Mr. Ball. What did you do then?
Mr. Weitzman. I immediately ran toward the President's car. Of course, it was speeding away and somebody said the shots or the firecrackers, whatever it was at that time, we still didn't know the President was shot, came from the wall. I immediately scaled that wall.
Mr. Ball. What is the location of that wall?
Mr. Weitzman. It would be between the railroad overpass and I can't remember the name of that little street that runs off Elm; it's cater-corner—the section there between the—what do you call it—the monument section?
Mr. Ball. That's where Elm actually dead ends?
Mr. Weitzman. Yes, sir; I scaled the wall and, apparently, my hands grabbed steampipes. I burned them.
Mr. Ball. Did you go into the railroad yards?
Mr. Weitzman. Yes, sir.
Mr. Ball. What did you notice in the railroad yards?
Mr. Weitzman. We noticed numerous kinds of footprints that did not make sense because they were going different directions.