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. He examined the floor of the wagon and was frustrated
in his attempt to find secret compartments.
Flint poked his head out of the canvas and looked and lis-
tened; the yard was still quiet. He lowered a foot around the
wheel and onto a spoke, then slipped down.
Flint dropped from the wheel and crawled under the
wagon, struggling to balance in the deep, muddy ruts as he
slowly inspected the underside of the box. Brushing mud
away with his fingertips, Flint probed each crack with his
carving knife.
He missed it the first time, but as he doubled back he
found the concealed panel. Mounted between the axles was
a long rectangle made from two of the wagon's floorboards.
Quickly Flint pried at the door, seeking a latch. His fin-
gers probed and prodded, and then he felt the mechanism,
hidden in a knothole. After a push of his blade, he felt the
catch release; the narrow panel swung downward.
He was so close!
Praying that the shadows under the wagon would conceal
him a few moments longer, Flint raised his head into the cav-
ity the panel had revealed. Spotting several long wooden
crates, he wasted no time in prying the nearest lid off, snap-
ping the tip of his knife
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