This writing is better than I have ever seen, a fulfilling surprise. A few copies are from my Dad, or bought in this brown style. The blue 1960s rewrites, same as <i>Nancy Drew's</i> yellow re-releases, entailed contrived, hollow danger. Herein we absorb scenery, camaraderie, and a lot of previously unseen normalcy; before the next time Frank or Joe nearly fall off a cliff, or something is swiped. There is more of Chet Morton and Laura Hardy. The best surprise is that we reference the previous mystery case at length!
I wonder if it is a coincidence, since a culprit appears from the last novel, or if these original stories really do contain much more descriptive writing and flow. I seldom see the originals without a politically unacceptable chunk removed by Harriet Stratemeyer Adams, the founder's daughter. The only iffy phrase was "He doesn't have a Chinaman's chance". I presume it harks to Chinese checking a mine's safety. The girls staying home from the adventure was lame too but 1929 girls did not sleep co-ed.
My favourite aspect was definitely soaking up the aftermath of case #6, learning how the cast is doing thereafter. It was thrilling to consider five stars. I can't deny breezing along avidly, getting more out of the writing than <b>Leslie McFarlane</b> put into it before. I heard this was a job, not a passion at first. Edward Stratemeyer granted his authors autonomy, with sparse outlines to mould. I chose three stars because there was no anthropological wonder or trek meriting a title “<b>The Secret Of The Caves</b>”. It is merely where the quartet camped and where both targets they sought scurried in and out. Caves lend infinitely superior possibilities than this, for stimulating quests. Nonetheless, I am increasingly enthusiastic about the sequels and won't pause long.