Mr. Belin. Uh-huh.
Mr. Craig. Uh—everybody else took a different spot. And as I got nearly to the west end of the building, Officer Boone—Eugene Boone with the sheriff's office—hollered that here was the rifle.
Mr. Belin. How far were you from Officer Boone when he hollered?
Mr. Craig. About 8-foot.
Mr. Belin. What did you do then?
Mr. Craig. I went over to the—uh—cluster of boxes where he was standing and looked down between the boxes and saw the rifle lying on the floor.
Mr. Belin. When you say "between the cluster of boxes," could you describe which way the boxes were?
Mr. Craig. There was a row going east to west on the north side of the weapon, and a box going east to west on the south side of the weapon, and—uh—if I remember, uh—as you'd look down, you had to look kinda back under the north stack of boxes to see the rifle. It was pushed kinda under—uh—or up tight against 'em—you know, where it would be hard to see. And, of course, both ends of the rows were closed off where you couldn't see through 'em. You had to get up and look in 'em.
Mr. Belin. You are gesturing with your hand there—would you say that the boxes, then, as you gestured, were in the shape of what I would call a rectangular "O", so to speak?
Mr. Craig. Yes, yes, uh-huh.