Mr. Mooney. Across Elm, up the embankment, which is a high terrace there, across—there is a kind of concrete building there, more or less of a little park.
Jumped over the fence and went into the railroad yards. And, of course, there was other officers over there. Who they were, I don't recall at this time. But Ralph Walters and I were running together. And we jumped into the railroad yards and began to look around there.
And, of course, we didn't see anything there. Of course the other officers had checked into the car there, and didn't find anything, I don't believe, but a Negro porter. Of course there were quite a few spectators milling around behind us. We were trying to clear the area out and get all the civilians out that wasn't officers.
Mr. Ball. Why did you go over to the railroad yard?
Mr. Mooney. Well, that was—from the echo of the shots, we thought they came from that direction.
Mr. Ball. That would be north and west from where you were standing?
Mr. Mooney. Yes, sir. To a certain extent—northwest. The way the echo sounded, the cracking of the shot. And we wasn't there many seconds—of course I never did look at my watch to see how many seconds it took us to run so many hundred yards there, and into the railroad yard. We were there only a few seconds until we had orders to cover the Texas Depository Building.
Mr. Ball. How did you get those orders?
Mr. Mooney. They were referred to us by the sheriff, Mr. Bill Decker.
Mr. Ball. Where was he when he gave you those orders?