Mr. Mooney. After that few seconds elapsed, we heard this shot ring out. At that time, I didn't realize it was a shot. The wind was blowing pretty high, and, of course, it echoed. I turned my head this way.
Mr. Ball. You mean to the right?
Mr. Mooney. To the right; yes, sir. We were facing more or less south. And I turned my head to the right.
Mr. Ball. That would be looking towards Houston Street?
Mr. Mooney. Looking towards the old court.
Well, when I turned my head to the right; yes, sir. I would be looking west. And there was a short lapse between these shots. I can still hear them very distinctly—between the first and second shot. The second and third shot was pretty close together, but there was a short lapse there between the first and second shot. Why, I don't know. But when that begin to take place—after the first shot we started moving out. And by the time I started running—all of us except Officer Ingram—he had a heart attack, and, of course, he wasn't qualified to do any running.
Mr. Ball. Which way?
Mr. Mooney. Due west, across Houston Street, went down across this lawn, across Elm Street there—I assume it is approximately the location the President was hit.
Of course the motorcade was gone. There wasn't anything there except a bunch of people, a lot of them laying on the ground, taking on, various things. I was running at full speed.
Mr. Ball. When you ran across Elm, where did you go?