Mr. Stern. Just a minute. Do you recall your impression at the time regarding the source of the shots?
Mr. Hargis. Well, at the time it sounded like the shots were right next to me. There wasn't any way in the world I could tell where they were coming from, but at the time there was something in my head that said that they probably could have been coming from the railroad overpass, because I thought since I had got splattered, with blood—I was just a little back and left of—just a little bit back and left of Mrs. Kennedy, but I didn't know. I had a feeling that it might have been from the Texas Book Depository, and these two places was the primary place that could have been shot from.
Mr. Stern. You were clear that the sounds were sounds of shots?
Mr. Hargis. Yes, sir; I knew they were shots.
Mr. Stern. All right, what did you do then? You say you parked your motorcycle?
Mr. Hargis. Yes, uh-huh——
Mr. Stern. Where?
Mr. Hargis. It was to the left-hand side of the street from—south side of Elm Street.
Mr. Stern. And then what did you do?
Mr. Hargis. I ran across the street looking over towards the railroad overpass and I remembered seeing people scattering and running and then I looked——