Mr. Callaway. Just a nice athletic type size boy, I mean. Neither fat nor thin.
Mr. Ball. What did you estimate his weight when you talked to the officer before the lineup?
Mr. Callaway. I told him it looked to me like around 160 pounds.
Mr. Dulles. How fast was he going when you hailed him?
Mr. Callaway. Just a good steady trot, not real fast.
Mr. Dulles. He was not walking and not running—it was a trot?
Mr. Callaway. A trot; yes, sir.
Mr. Dulles. He stopped?
Mr. Callaway. Almost. He slowed down, like a guy is trotting along, and he almost stopped, and kept going.
Mr. Dulles. And he looked at you?