he hotel.

As I came in, I asked where the Colonel was. They said he was in the
dining room, and I talked to two or three of the committeemen there.
After I got to one side there was a man about twenty-eight or thirty
years of age, smooth face, fairly well dressed, who asked me if I could
get him a ticket to the Auditorium.

I said, "Where are you from?" He said, "I am from New York." Well, I
told him the tickets were all given out, and there was no way for him
to get in unless he wanted to go immediately over to the hall and take
chances with the rest.

The thing that struck me after that was that he did not go immediately
over to the hall, but stood about talking. His appearance is just
exactly as Capt. Girard described. He was a man that would weigh
probably 145 pounds, five feet nine, probably nine and a half, smooth
face, no emblems that I could see, but was very anxious about getting
into that hall.

Soon after that another man came to me with the same request and wanted
to know if I knew of any way he could get in. I told him the same
story.

I said, "Where are you from, are you a stranger here?"

And he said: "I am from Ohio," but I do not recall what place.

I returned to the machine and had it all ready when the ex-President
was seen coming down the stairs to the door. I turned on the power,
opened the door and the Colonel came right along; Capt. Girard was
right near him. Martin jumped into the machine first, and, turning his
back, started to assist the ex-President. Capt. Girard stepped up, as
he has described, and Henry F. Cochems had got in.

Just then, right to my side, I heard the very low report. I hunt a
great deal and shoot, and the flash of a gun doesn't scare me but sets
me instantly on my nerve.

Quick as a flash, I saw this man with his arm about so (indicating).

I was knocked down by Capt. Girard, and when I sprang to my knees Capt.
Girard and Martin were on top of Schrank.

A dark man took Schrank's arm; he looked like a laborer. He grabbed him
and seemed to be struggling with him. The laborer got hold of Schrank
first; I think the captain was up as soon as any man.

I turned to the Colonel and he was just sitting in his seat. Henry F.
Cochems put his arms around him. It was only for a second or two, and
the Colonel rose up and said:

"Do not kill him; bring him here; bring him here."

He must have said that five or six times immediately after, and they
brought the man back an