Mr. Couch. Yes; I recall seeing—uh—some people standing in some of the other windows—about, roughly, third or fourth floor in the middle of the south side. I recall one—it looked like a Negro boy with a white T-shirt leaning out one of those windows looking up—up to the windows up above him.
Mr. Belin. Uh-huh. Is there anything else you can remember about the building?
Mr. Couch. No; that's just about the only impression I had at the moment.
Mr. Belin. Now, you related what you heard Bob Jackson say. Did anyone else say anything in the car?
Mr. Couch. No one else said anything, that I recall, about a rifle, or anything.
Mr. Belin. Where was the car when you saw this rifle being withdrawn?
Mr. Couch. I'd say about 25 feet before we made the turn onto Elm. Our car was facing the south side of the building.
Mr. Belin. All right. Then what happened after Bob Jackson made his exclamation and you saw what you just related?
Mr. Couch. Well, I picked up my camera. As I recall, I had it in my hand, but it was down leaning against my legs. And I picked it up and made a quick glance at a setting and raised it to my eye. And—uh—you can see from my film that we're just turning the corner. We start the turn and we turn the corner, and you can see people running. As I recall, there's a quick glance at the front entrance of the Texas Depository Book Building. You can see people running and you can see about the first three cars, maybe four, in front of me as we complete the turn.
And then I took pictures of—uh—a few people on my left and a group, or a sweeping, of the crowd on my right standing on the corner.