Mr. Dillard. Right.
Mr. Ball. Your car stopped where?
Mr. Dillard. I remember, we were stopping and starting down Houston Street or moving very slowly while this shooting was going on, and I know we came around the corner of Houston and Elm and saw people lying on the ground down the hill on the sides of the lawns there in the plaza, and I jumped out of my car. The car stopped then and I got out and I don't know what happened.
Mr. Ball. What did you do after you go out?
Mr. Dillard. Well, I made a picture of cars moving into the sun under the underpass, somebody chasing the car and I looked at the situation in that area and saw absolutely nothing of the Presidential car or anything that appeared worth photographing to me at the time.
Mr. Ball. How long did you stay around there?
Mr. Dillard. Perhaps 2 minutes.
Mr. Ball. Then where did you go?
Mr. Dillard. Another car, Chevrolet convertible, of the party came by with, I assume, dignitaries in it and I jumped on the back of it and we started—I told them, of course, who I was and we started out Stemmons Expressway toward the Trade Mart and I explained to them what I knew and tried to hold onto the back of that car at rather high speed. I never saw the Presidential car.
Mr. Ball. Do you have any idea or any impression as to the source of the explosions—what direction it was coming from?