Mr. Craig.

Fourteen or 15 minutes.

Mr. Belin.

Fourteen or 15 minutes?

Mr. Craig.

Yes.

Mr. Belin.

Was this, you mean, after the shooting?

Mr. Craig.

After the---from the time I heard the first shot.

Mr. Belin.

All right. Your heard someone whistle?

Mr. CRAIG. Yes. So I turned and--uh-saw a man start to run down the hill on the north side of Elm Street, running down toward Elm Street.
Mr. BELIN. And, about where was he with relation to the School Book Depository Building?
Mr, CRAIG. Uh--directly across that little side street that runs in front of it, He was on the south side of it.

Mr. Belin.

And he was on the south side of what would be an extension of Elm Street, if Elm Street didn't curve down into the underpass?

Mr. Craig.

Eight; right,
Mr. BELIN. And where was he with relation to the west side of the School Book Depository Building?
Mr. CRAIG. Right by the--uh--well, actually, directly in line with the west corner--the southwest corner,

Mr. Belin.

He was directly in line with the southwest corner of the building?

Mr. Craig.

Yes,

Mr. Belin.

And he was on the south curve of that street that runs right in front of the building there?

Mr. Craig.

Yes,
Mr. BELIN. And he started to run toward Elm Street as it curves under the underpass?

Mr. Craig.

Yes ; directly down the grassy portion of the park,

Mr. Belin.

All right. And then what did you see happen?
Mr. CRAIG. I saw a light-colored station wagon, driving real slow, coming west on Elm Street from Houston. Uh-- actually, it was nearly in line with him. And the driver was leaning to his right looking up the hill at the man running down.

Mr. Belin.

Uh-huh.

Mr. CRAIG. And the station wagon stopped almost directly across from me. And--uh--the man continued down the hill and got in the station wagon. And I attempted to cross the street. I wanted to talk to both of them. But the---uh--traffic was so heavy I couldn't get across the street. And--uh--they were gone before I could---

Mr. Belin.

Where did the station wagon head?

Mr. Craig.

West on Elm Street.

Mr. Belin.

Under the triple underpass?

Mr. Craig.

Yes.
Mr. BELIN. Could you describe the man that you saw running down toward the station wagon?
Mr. CRAIG. Oh, he was a white male in his twenties, five nine, five eight, something like that; about 140 to 150; had kind of medium brown sandy hair--you know, it was like it'd been blown--you know, he'd been in the wind or
something--it was all wild-looking; had on--uh--blue trousers--

Mr. Belin.

What shade of blue? Dark blue, medium or light?

Mr. Craig.

No; medium, probably; I'd say medium. And, a--uh--light tan shirt, as I remember it.

Mr. Belin.

Anything else about him?

Mr. Craig.

No; nothing except that he looked like he was in an awful hurry.

Mr. Belin.

What about the man who was driving the car?

Mr. CRAIG. Now, he struck me, at first, as being a colored male. He was very dark complected, had real dark short hair, and was wearing a thin white-looking Jacket---uh, it looked like the short windbreaker type, you know, because it was real thin and had the collar that came out over the shoulder (indicating with hands) like that--just a short jacket.