Mr. Bowers. He just shot up over the curb and up.
Mr. Ball. He didn't come then by way of Elm, which dead ends there?
Mr. Bowers. No; he left the motorcade and came up the incline on the motorcycle.
Mr. Ball. Was his motorcycle directed toward any particular people?
Mr. Bowers. He came up into this area where there are some trees, and where I had described the two men were in the general vicinity of this.
Mr. Ball. Were the two men there at the time?
Mr. Bowers. I—as far as I know, one of them was. The other I could not say.
The darker dressed man was too hard to distinguish from the trees. The one in the white shirt, yes; I think he was.
Mr. Ball. When you said there was a commotion, what do you mean by that? What did it look like to you when you were looking at the commotion?
Mr. Bowers. I just am unable to describe rather than it was something out of the ordinary, a sort of milling around, but something occurred in this particular spot which was out of the ordinary, which attracted my eye for some reason, which I could not identify.