Mr. Hubert. And when you turned to look down the basement after you heard "Here he comes," you did not see Jack Ruby down there?
Mr. Vaughn. Oh, no—like I said—the only view I had was—there were so many people in there where it was just the very people on the edge—their backs were to me.
Mr. Hubert. After you heard the shot, what did you do?
Mr. Vaughn. There was just mass confusion broke loose in the basement.
Mr. Hubert. Did you leave your post?
Mr. Vaughn. I stepped back inside—the people outside—there was quite a crowd beginning to collect outside—I stayed back inside and I drawed my pistol and stood in the edge of the doorway in case anybody tried to come out, because actually I didn't know what had happened, and just immediately after that I seen some of them scuffling down there and I seen a hand—several people scuffling—and I seen part of a hand sticking out and it looked like it had a pistol in it, but that's all I could see was just this part of the hand, and immediately after that there was one man that broke away from the crowd and started up the ramp. Of course, he was in civilian clothes, I couldn't tell who he was, and just as he started, I guess he had taken very few steps from the crowd, there was a reserve that hit him more or less a tackle like and almost knocked him down. Still, they were far enough from me that I couldn't actually tell who it was. And, so, in a minute this reserve let him pass and he come on up the ramp.
Mr. Hubert. Do you know who the reserve was?
Mr. Vaughn. No, sir; I don't. There were so many of those reserves you know who some of them are and some of them you don't.
Mr. Hubert. The reserves let him go and he came up the ramp?
Mr. Vaughn. It was Detective E. O. Burgess.