Mr. Scoggins. Yes.
Mr. Belin. Did he change that at all?
Mr. Scoggins. Never did change his pace as long as I saw him. I don't know where he went after he passed the cab and got down a little piece, because then I was busy trying to get my dispatcher, and I never did look and never did get to see him.
Mr. Belin. Did he have anything in his hand?
Mr. Scoggins. He had a pistol in his left hand.
Mr. Belin. Did the pistol appear to be—did he appear to be doing anything with the pistol or not?
Mr. Scoggins. Yes. He had it, holding it, in his left hand in a manner that the barrel was up like this, and the stock was down here, curved back in here.
Mr. Belin. Did it look like the gun had been flipped open at all or not?
Mr. Scoggins. I wouldn't say.
Mr. Belin. You don't know?