Mr. Specter. But you had no specific impression as to the source of those shots?
Mrs. Hill. No.
Mr. Specter. Did you get a very good look at that man, who you say was starting to run?
Mrs. Hill. Well, as I said, when I looked down at this red stuff on the ground, I said, "Oh," you know, to myself, "they hit him." You know, I was going to follow that, and when I looked up again, I looked all around and I couldn't see him anywhere and I kept running toward the train tracks and I looked all around out there and I couldn't see him—I looked everywhere and I heard someone yelling something about—it was just this voice that was yelling, "It looks like he got away," or something—I thought I had been right, you know, that he had really gone up there and he had gotten away some way in the tracks or had gone around behind the Depository, and so, I didn't know where he had gone. By that time I saw policemen—where he had gone. By that time I saw policemen—some were coming off of their motorcycles just around the curb here—just at the underpass here, and of course, the motorcade sped away and the policemen were coming from all sorts of different directions, people were closing in, and all I could think of was, "I want to get out of here fast. I don't want to be caught by anybody. I don't want to be in on anything," and everytime anybody would come toward me I would go another way until I got off of that hill back up there where the tracks were.
Mr. Specter. Did you run up toward the hill?
Mrs. Hill. Yes; I ran up toward the railroad tracks.
Mr. Specter. Let me draw the triple underpass there, and you ran up to what point—where? About the point of "D" here?
Mrs. Hill. Yes.
Mr. Specter. Why did you run up there—after the man?
Mrs. Hill. I was still looking for him. I didn't know where he had gone. I heard lots of people yelling, "Did he get away, did he get away, and which way did he go."