Mr. FISCHER. No. When the second shot rang out. It was too much like the first to be a firecracker. I have heard high-powered rifles fire before. The--uh--first shot fooled me, I think, because of the sound bouncing off the buildings. But the second shot was too much like the first and it was too loud--both shots were too loud to be a firecracker. And I knew it was a shot. Mr. BELIN. Have you had any experience with high-powered rifles before? Mr. FISCHER. Very little; but I have shot several. Mr. BELIN. What about the third shot? Did you think that was a firecracker or what? Mr. FISCHER. No; I knew it was a shot, too. I knew someone was shooting at something. Uh--it didn't--it still didn't dawn on me that anyone would try to shoot at the President, but I knew that somebody was shooting at something. I didn't know whether it was a real pistol or a real rifle--but I knew somebody was shooting a firearm. Mr. BELIN. Where did the shots appear to be coming from? Mr. FISCHER. They appeared to be coming from just west of the School Book Depository Building. There were some railroad tracks and there were some railroad cars back in there. Mr. BELIN. And they appeared to be coming from those railroad cars? Mr. FISCHER. Well, that area somewhere. From where I was standing, I couldn't see the cars themselves until I had run across the street and up the hill. Mr. BELIN. The shots seemed to be how far apart? Mr. FISCHER. That's hard to say. I've been thinking about that. And-uh--I'd guess--3 to 4 seconds. Mr. BELIN. Was that between the first and the second or between the second and the third? Mr. FISCHER. Between both. As far as I can remember, the shots were evenly spaced. Mr. BELIN. Is there anything else about the shots that you remember? Mr. FISCHER. No--only that they were very loud. Mr. BELIN. Anything else about the man in the window that you remember? Mr. FISCHER. (Pausing before reply.) No. Mr. BELIN. All right. What did you do or see or hear after you hear the shots? Mr. FISCHER. After the second shot we, Bob and I both, started running down the sidewalk on Elm Street, on the south side of Elm, and there were still people that were milling around and shuffling around. When the second shot broke, like I say, a lot of people started running, some people still stood but a lot of people started running. Uh--and then when the third shot went off, we just almost reached the curb and then just as the limousine went under the triple underpass, we got to the street--Elm Street--where we could actually see--uh--well--where the shots had gone, and--uh--we ran across the street where there were a man, his wife and two children laying on the ground. Now, that was on the north side of Elm Street about halfway between Houston and the triple underpass and we ran down there where this man and his wife and two boys were. Someone was helping them up off the ground, and the man said at that time that the President had been shot.