Mr. Ball. And how many men did you see standing right near on the railroad overpass over Elm, just approximately?
Mr. Skelton. Eight, including the officer—eight or nine.
Mr. Ball. Did you see the President's car turn on Elm Street?
Mr. Skelton. Yes, sir; I saw the car carrying the Presidential flag turn.
Mr. Ball. And did you hear something soon after that?
Mr. Skelton. Just about the same time the car straightened up—got around the corner—I heard two shots, but I didn't know at that time they were shots.
Mr. Ball. Where did they seem to come from?
Mr. Skelton. Well, I couldn't tell then, they were still so far from where I was.
Mr. Ball. Did the shots sound like they came from where you were standing?
Mr. Skelton. No, sir; definitely not. It sounded like they were right there—more or less like motorcycle backfire, but I thought that they were these dumbballs that they throw at the cement because I could see the smoke coming up off the cement.