The Cowley Avenue Apaches, Part Five.

The Cowley Avenue Apaches, Part Five.

We are all round Johnny’s house looking at the manuscript. How on earth he managed to make head or tail of it, I will never understand. But he has that way of thinking, he’s very good at crosswords too.

We decide to go up the Hill again, but only in daylight, so that we can see what we are doing. At least that’s what we say, and I’m not going to argue about it.

We load Wadies old pram with a pickaxe and a couple of spades, and a sack for the treasure if we find anything. As we are on our way past my house, I see Don and Kingy Edwards, they are waiting for us, and they say they know all about our grave and are coming with us.

In our hurry, we forget about the girl’s and sure enough they see us, so now there are eight of us. But many hands make light work, as my mother says. The trouble is, many hands also means less treasure for everyone.

As we are walking towards the Nun’s well, Johnny starts to tell us about the lady that helped him, and he said they went through a long tunnel.

 “It was very dark, and it was a good job I had my torch with me”.

He said he had lost touch with us as we passed the beacon lookout and that’s when the lady showed him the tunnel, it was hidden in those Rhododendron’s  over there.

I had tried to forget about this lady of his, now I’m getting goose pimples again.

Kingy Edwards, who is braver than any of us said.

“Let’s go over and see where the tunnel is”.

We all sat on the lookout wall while he poked around the bushes, then he suddenly disappeared.

I was ready to do a runner I can tell you, but then he came out behind us and made a terrible laugh like a maniac. I think we were all ready to do a runner then.

He said the tunnel was just a track through the middle of the dense shrubs and went on as far as he could see. He sat down and said.

“OK, we have got to be logical about this, here is the tunnel, and Johnny’s torch was the light you saw in the brambles last night, you see, it’s all falling into place”.

Wadie looked over and said.

“Yeah, that’s all very well, but what about the lady”?

For the first time, Kingy, who, it has to said is a bit of a know-all, was lost for words, he just muttered something, and we all went quiet just sitting on the wall, looking at each other.

I started to lose interest in buried treasure and was thinking of an excuse to go home, when there was what sounded like heavy foot-step’s coming from the bottom of the hill, then there was a loud squeal, like an old rusty door was opening, followed by a crashing noise. 

I looked over at Kingy, he was as white as a ghost, then a few minutes later it started again, the heavy foot-step’s bang, bang, bang, followed by what sounded like a man shouting.

I think it was Goldilocks, who said.

“I think it’s time I went home, it must be my tea-time”.

We all agreed and as we ran down to the Old coach Road, we came across a couple of lumber jacks chopping some more trees down. 

“Timber” he shouted as he put his big axe over his shoulder and the big tree creaked and scraped the other trees as it came crashing down.

It is true what Kingy Edwards says, there is an answer for everything. First the tunnel then the torch, and now the lumber jacks chopping trees down, making noises like giant’s foot steps. And now we have the screeching and creaking of the trees coming down. It all makes sense. Except, of course the thing about the Lady!

Logical or not, we still ran all the way home. We never did find the treasure or the Lady. 

Somethings are better left unknown and undisturbed.  

Author: madeinchertsey

Born in 1932, this is a collection of stories of my childhood growing up in Chertsey, and some stories of my later life.

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