Mr. Ball. Where did he sit?
Mrs. Bledsoe. He sat about halfway back down.
Mr. Ball. On what side?
Mrs. Bledsoe. On the same side I was on.
Mr. Ball. Same side? Did you look at him?
Mrs. Bledsoe. No, sir.
Mr. Ball. Did he look at you as he went by? Did he look at you?
Mrs. Bledsoe. I don't know. I didn't look at him. That is—I was just—he looked so bad in his face, and his face was so distorted.
Mr. Ball. Did he have a hat on?
Mrs. Bledsoe. No.