Mr. Ball.

What kind--when you talked to the police officers before you saw this man, did you give them a description of the clothing he had on?

Mr. Callaway.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Ball.

What did you tell them you saw?

Mr. Callaway.

I told them he had some dark trousers and a light tannish gray windbreaker jacket, and I told him that he was fair complexion, dark hair.

Mr. Ball.

Tell them the size?

Mr. Callaway.

Yes; I told them--I think I told them about 5'10"--

Mr. Dulles.

Did you see his front face at any time, or did you only have a side view of him?

Mr. Callaway.

He looked right at me, sir. When I called to him, he looked right at me.

Mr. Dulles.

You saw front face?

Mr. Callaway.

Yes.

Mr. Ball.

I have a jacket here Commission's Exhibit No. 162. Does this look anything like the jacket that the man had on that you saw across the street with a gun?

Mr. Callaway.

Yes; it sure does. Yes, that is the same type jacket. Actually, I thought it had a little more tan to it.

Mr. Ball.

Same type?

Mr. Callaway.

Yes.

Mr. Ball.

I show you a shirt, 150. Does it look anything like the shirt he had on under the jacket?

Mr. Callaway.

Sir, when I saw him he didn't have--I couldn't see this shirt. I saw--he had it open. That shirt was open, and I could see his white T-shirt underneath.

Mr. Ball.

He had a white T-shirt underneath?

Mr. Callaway.

Yes. That is the shirt he had on in the lineup that night.

Mr. Ball.

Was he fat or thin?

Mr. Callaway.

He was just--

Mr. Ball.

I mean the man you saw across the street?

Mr. Callaway.

Just a nice athletic type size boy, I mean. Neither fat nor thin.

Mr. Ball.

What did you estimate his weight when you talked to the officer before the lineup?

Mr. Callaway.

I told him it looked to me like around 160 pounds.

Mr. Dulles.

How fast was he going when you hailed him?

Mr. Callaway.

Just a good steady trot, not real fast.

Mr. Dulles.

He was not walking and not running--it was a trot?

Mr. Callaway.

A trot; yes, sir.

Mr. Dulles.

He stopped?

Mr. Callaway.

Almost. He slowed down, like a guy is trotting along, and he almost stopped, and kept going.

Mr. Dulles.

And he looked at you?

Mr. Callaway.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Dulles.

Did he say anything?

Mr. Callaway.

Yes, sir; he said something, but I could not understand it.

Mr. Dulles.

You could not understand what he said?

Mr. Callaway.

That is right; yes, sir.

Mr. Dulles.

And then did he resume his progress at a trot?

Mr. Callaway.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Ball.

Did you ever ask Searcy if he followed him?

Mr. Callaway.

He didn't follow him.
He said something about "Follow him, hell. That man will kill you. He has a gun."
So instead of following him, he went back over and got behind the office building.

Mr. Dulles.

Did he see him at any time?

Mr. Callaway.

Yes; he saw him the same time I did; yes, sir. I never could figure out why he didn't just follow that man. You could follow 50 yards behind him and keep a guy in sight. Chances are you wouldn't get killed 50 yards away.