Mr. Graves. No.
Mr. Griffin. Fairly easy to wrestle the gun away?
Mr. Graves. Put it this way. It wasn’t easy because he had a grip on the gun, but the way I took it, he had to turn it loose. I had his arm—kind of hard to explain—take your arm and bend it over my leg like that and twist down on it like that [indicating]. You have got to give.
Mr. Griffin. You are bending the arm over your leg?
Mr. Graves. Yes.
Mr. Griffin. Now, did Jack say anything?
Mr. Graves. He didn’t say anything to me. I understand that he said something, that is, some things to the officer that took him in. I——
Mr. Griffin. I mean, as you were struggling with him?
Mr. Graves. No; not to me. I had his arm over and my back to him and, of course, officers were covering him up, and when I got the gun loose from him, of course, they snatched him away from me, and by the time I got straightened up to check that gun and see if the hammer was back or not, they had already taken him into the jail office.
Mr. Griffin. What did you do there? You were standing there or lying?