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It was sharp eyed Milo that discovered the false wall in the back of the shed. As a group they puzzled how to get into the small space until Milo said, " I'm gonna go get Dad and Mr. Karl."
The big boys were as intrigued as the younger ones and it was a splendid mystery for a slow day. Mark and Karl used a pick and a breaking bar to unhinge the first board. The homemade nails were almost a half inch thick and five inches long, driven solidly on each end, into the eight by eight timbers that served as the shed corner posts.
"They really meant for this to stay hidden," Mark muttered under his breath. "Milo take my tape measure and see if you can determine how deep this secret cavity is by measuring from here to the end and then again on the outside."
Teddy was right there to keep track of the measurements Milo called out, and they figured the compartment must be at least two feet wide, running the back length of the shed.
"Measure the back wall, to see how wide this is, it must be at least sixteen feet," Mark estimated. It took an hour's worth of work to get the one end of the four by six freed from the post. They had three more posts to go, and there was no prying the cross timber back far enough to peer into the dark hole. There were seven of the nails at each brace and in the end. They were made to hold tight, and they were.
It was cold and windy and Sam and Lou finally gave up and had to go back to the house. The sat at the table with hot chocolate and cookies and told Clora and Helga all about the 'special place.'
It was hard to get the guys to stop and come in for lunch, they were deep in the mystery, and although Robert suggested they use the chain saw to cut the timbers flush with the posts, neither Mark or Karl wanted to ruin the wood.
"I don't know what type of wood this is, but it's in fantastic shape for it's age; and it appears to have been here for a long time. It's easy to see the kerff marks of the saw blade, and the board isn't totally straight, so it was cut a long time ago. In fact, what I can feel on the back side," and Mark nearly got his fingers pinched for his trouble;" feels like this was hewn with an ax, and just the one side cut by a saw."
Over lunch, a thousand theories were tested as to what might be in the space. "It might be empty," Mark said during a lull in the conversation and all the boys turned unhappy faces his way.
"I don't think so, logically, there would be no reason to go to the time and trouble if you didn't intend to hide something of value;" Teddy was applying hard reasoning to the situation.
"True, but what ever is in there has been there a long time and may have rotted away. I don't want you kids to get your hopes up high," Mark finished, as he put his last spoonful of soup in his mouth.
That little piece of conversation caused Clora and Helga to snort. "Hah! All of you are on pins and needles waiting to get into that space," Clora teased. "But you'd really better get a move on, there's only about four more hours of daylight and what happens if this has to carry over until tomorrow?"
There were groans all up and down the table. No one wanted to wait that long. The crew was full, warmed up and ready to tackle prying the rest of the nails loose.
They got the timber off just at dusk. Mark's flashlight illuminated long crates that were nailed shut stacked the height of the enclosure.
Way down on the other end, Milo was wiggling his arm into the dark hole. "There's a pan in here, like the one Ma puts on the stove, I can see a whole bunch of handles, there's lot's of'um."
Mark went down to the left side of the shed and used his more powerful light to investigate what Milo had found. He wiggled out a rust encrusted cast iron frying pan that was every bit as big as Clora's #12.
"Tomorrow," he promised, "we'll get another board off and see what treasures are in there. Let's everyone help with chores so we can get done in a hurry. We spent too much time in here this afternoon."
Karl was already coming out of the house with the milk pails and the pail of wash water. Teddy took the pan to the house and got the egg basket in return. Chores were done in a hurry and they all rushed back to the warmth of the kitchen.
It was sleeting and raining frozen rain once again, telling the students there would be no school again tomorrow. That suited them just fine. It was too exciting to contemplate what might be in the crates and why so many frying pans were there, hidden in the shed.
Helga had put the pan on the floor near the stove to gradually warm up. "What good is that thing gonna be?" Gary wanted to know. "It's all full of gunk and stuff."
"I think it might be quite a find Gary," Clora looked at the pan. "I believe we can clean it up and it will be good as new."
"There must be close to 20..25 handles I can see, also some three legged covered ovens, one of them is really big," Mark savored the chicken pot pie with steaming vegetables and flakey crust. "It's the crates that have me interested. I think we might have stumbled onto a fantastic find;" he paused to build up suspense. "Those nailed shut crates are marked CSA, and I'll bet a dollar to a donut they have rifles in them."
That got everyone talking all at once. "Hey," Gary had to shout loudly to be heard over the general noise. "What does CSA mean?"