Publisher's Synopsis
Of all the adventures kids can have, nothing compares to the old abandoned mansion my sister and I discovered eighteen years ago. It was a terribly hot evening in the humid swamps behind our town. When distant thunder rumbled like a Civil War cannon, we should have just run for cover. It is a good thing we had flashlights. It is a good thing we did not flee in terror. From the looks of that lost mansion, how could we know anything good might happen in the times ahead of us? The next summer day found us quickly returning to the forgotten mansion on the hill. With a little luck, some sort of treasure might still be there, we hoped. But 152 years had elapsed, dimming hopes we may have had. If the treasure was anywhere to be found we would have to investigate Civil War tunnels under the mansion! We knew we would need a little luck and good fortune to come our way. We knew all we could do was try.
