作者：L. Frank Baum
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The Complete Works ofL. FRANK BAUMVOLUME 28 OF 76The Daring TwinsParts EditionBy Delphi Classics, 2015Version 2COPYRIGHT‘The Daring Twins’(in 76 parts)L. Frank Baum: Parts Edition First published in the United Kingdom in 2017 by Delphi Classics.© Delphi Classics, 2017.All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form other than that in which it is published.ISBN: 978 1 78877 132 0Delphi Classicsis an imprint ofDelphi Publishing LtdHastings, East SussexUnited KingdomContact: sales@delphiclassics.comwww.delphiclassics.comL. Frank Baum: Parts EditionThis eBook is Part 28 of the Delphi Classics edition of L. Frank Baum in 76 Parts. It features the unabridged text of The Daring Twins from the bestselling edition of the author’s Complete Works. 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FRANK BAUMIN 76 VOLUMESParts Edition ContentsThe Oz Works1, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz2, The Marvelous Land of Oz3, The Woggle-Bug Book4, Ozma of Oz5, Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz6, The Road to Oz7, The Emerald City of Oz8, The Patchwork Girl of Oz9, Little Wizard Stories of Oz10, Tik-Tok of Oz11, The Scarecrow of Oz12, Rinkitink in Oz13, The Lost Princess of Oz14, The Tin Woodman of Oz15, The Magic of Oz16, Glinda of Oz17, The Royal Book of Oz by Ruth Plumly ThompsonOther Fantasy Works18, The Magical Monarch of Mo19, Dot and Tot of Merryland20, American Fairy Tales21, The Master Key: An Electrical Fairy Tale22, The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus23, The Enchanted Island of Yew24, Queen Zixi of Ix25, John Dough and the Cherub26, The Sea Fairies27, Sky IslandNon-Fantasy Works Under Baum’s Name28, The Daring Twins29, Phoebe DaringThe Pseudonym Works – Fantasy30, Twinkle and Chubbins31, Policeman BluejayThe Pseudonym Works – Non-Fantasy32, Aunt Jane’s Nieces33, Aunt Jane’s Nieces Abroad34, Aunt Jane’s Nieces at Millville35, Aunt Jane’s Nieces at Work36, Aunt Jane’s Nieces in Society37, Aunt Jane’s Nieces and Uncle John38, Aunt Jane’s Nieces on Vacation39, Aunt Jane’s Nieces on the Ranch40, Aunt Jane’s Nieces Out West41, Aunt Jane’s Nieces in the Red Cross42, The Flying Girl43, The Flying Girl and Her Chum44, Mary Louise45, Mary Louise in the Country46, Mary Louise Solves a Mystery47, Mary Louise and the Liberty Girls48, Mary Louise Adopts a Soldier49, The Boy Fortune Hunters in Alaska50, The Boy Fortune Hunters in Panama51, The Boy Fortune Hunters in Egypt52, The Boy Fortune Hunters in China53, The Boy Fortune Hunters in Yucatan54, The Boy Fortune Hunters in the South Seas55, The Fate of a Crown56, Daughters of Destiny57, Tamawaca Folks: A Summer Comedy58, Annabel, a Novel for Young Folk59, The Last EgyptianShorter Fiction60, Our Landlady61, Mother Goose in Prose62, Animal Fairy Tales63, Uncollected Short StoriesThe Poetry Collections64, By the Candelabra’s Glare65, Father Goose: His Book66, The Army Alphabet67, The Navy Alphabet68, Father Goose’s Year BookThe Poems69, List of Poems in Alphabetical OrderThe Plays70, The Maid of Arran71, The Wizard of Oz72, The Maid of Athens73, The King of Gee-Whiz74, The Pipes O’ PanBaumiana75, Baum Related Articles and PiecesThe Biography76, In Other Lands Than Ours by Maud Gage-Baumwww.delphiclassics.com The Daring TwinsThe Daring Twins, published by Reilly & Britton in 1911, was the first in a projected series of mystery novels for young people. Pauline M. Batchelder was the illustrator. The novel features five orphaned children, including twins named Phil and Phoebe. Phil works in a bank where he finds himself unjustly accused of stealing. 16-year-old Phoebe attempts to clear his name. A publisher reissued The Daring Twins in 2006 under the title, The Secret of the Lost Fortune.A first edition copy of The Daring TwinsCONTENTSCHAPTER ICHAPTER IICHAPTER IIICHAPTER IVCHAPTER VCHAPTER VICHAPTER VIICHAPTER VIIICHAPTER IXCHAPTER XCHAPTER XICHAPTER XIICHAPTER XIIICHAPTER XIVCHAPTER XVCHAPTER XVICHAPTER XVIICHAPTER XVIIICHAPTER XIXCHAPTER XXCHAPTER XXICHAPTER XXIICHAPTER XXIIICHAPTER XXIVCHAPTER XXVCHAPTER XXVI CHAPTER IINTRODUCING THE DARINGS“Now you-all stop dat a-foolin, an’ eat yo’ brekfas’ like sens’ble chill’ns,” said Aunt Hyacinth, coming in with a plate of smoking cakes. “Ef yo’ don’, yo’ done be late fo’ school, shore ‘nuff.”A ripple of laughter went around the group of live young Darings as a scramble was made for the cakes.“I don’t b’lieve I’ll go to school to-day, Auntie,” said Sue, a demure little miss at the lower end of the table.“Yes yo’ will, honey,” retorted the black mammy, in a voice she meant to be severe. “Yo’s go in’ to school, all of yo’, an’ I don’t ‘tend yous’ll be late, nuther.”“I’m not going, for one,” declared Don, his mouth too full to speak properly.“Get some more cakes; will you, Aunt Hy?” requested Becky, in a plaintive tone. “They snapped those up so quick I couldn’t harpoon a single one.”The faithful old servant pattered back to the kitchen, slid more cakes from the griddle to her plate, poured on fresh batter and came pattering back again.“Yo’, now, Miss Sue; what’s dat I heah’ bout stayin ‘home f’m school?” she demanded, a frown wrinkling her ebony brow.“That’s it, Auntie; no school for me,” said Sue, grabbing a cake with her fork before Phoebe could reach the plate.“But yo’ mus’, chile; yo’ ain’t sick. Yo’ mus’ go to school.”“Not to-day. I jus’ won’t, Auntie.”“Yes yo’ will, Miss Sue! Yo’ll go ef I has to lead yo’ dere by de ear o’ you.”Even Phil joined the laughter now, and he said in his grave yet pleasant way:“You’ll have to lead us all, then, Auntie, and there are more ears than you have hands.”Aunt Hyacinth seemed bewildered. She looked around the table, from one to another of the bright, laughing faces, and shook her head reproachfully.Then Sue, having consumed the cake, leaned back in her chair, shook the tangled brown curls from her face and slowly raised her long curling lashes, until the mischievous eyes were unveiled and sent a challenge to Auntie’s startled ones.“We’re misbehavin’ drea’fully; ain’t we? But a fact’s a fact, Auntie. We’ re none of us goin’ to school — so there, now!”“W’y, yo’ — yo ‘ — yo’ — !”Sue sprang upon her chair and threw both arms around old Hyacinth’s neck, giving the black cheek a smacking kiss.“You big goose!” said she; “don’t you know it’s Sat’day? There ben’t no school.”“Wha”s ‘at?” cried Auntie, striving to cover her humiliation at being caught in such a foolish error. “Is dat a proper speechifyin’ to say dere ‘ben’t no school’? Where’s yo’ grammeh, Miss Sue? Don’ let me heah yo’ say ‘ben’t’ agin. Say, ‘dere hain’t no school.’”Phoebe led the laughter this time; but, when it had subsided she said to the indignant servant:“She certainly does use awfully bad grammar, Auntie, and you’re quite right to correct her. But, I’mpositive that something’s burning in the kitchen.”Aunt Hyacinth made a dive for the door and let in a strong odor of charred cakes as she passed through.Phoebe got up from her place and walked to the latticed window. Something attracted her attention outside, for she gave a little start. Phil joined her just then and slipped his arm around her slim waist. They were twins, these two, and the eldest of the five Darings.“What is it, dear?” he asked.“The people are moving in, across the way,” she said, rather sadly. “I didn’t know they were expected so soon.”There was a rush for the window, at this, but five heads were too many for the space and the outlook was hindered by a mass of climbing ivy. Don made for the porch, and the others followed him into the fresh morning air.For a while they all gazed silently at the great mansion across the way, set in the midst of an emerald lawn. Men were carrying trunks in at the side entrance. Before the door stood a carriage from which a woman, a man, a girl and a boy had alighted. They were gazing around them with some curiosity, for the scene was all new to them.“Isn’t it funny,” whispered Becky, softly, “to think of other folks living in our old home?”“It isn’t ours, now,” said Don, testily; “so, what’s the odds?”“It was sold last fall, soon after papa died,” remarked Phoebe, “and this Mr. Randolph bought it. I suppose that’s him strutting across the lawn — the stout gentleman with the cane.”“The grounds seem more of an attraction to them than the house,” remarked Phil.“Yes, they’re fresh from the city,” answered his twin. “I’mrather surprised they haven’t come to Riverdale before, to occupy their new home.”“Our house was sold ‘cause we were poor, wasn’t it?” asked Sue.“Yes, dear. We couldn’t afford to keep it, because poor papa left a lot of debts that had to be paid. So we moved over here, to Gran’pa Eliot’s.”“Don’t like this place,” observed Don, his hands thrust deep in his pockets, as he stared across the street. “It isn’t half as fine or cosy as our old home.”“It’s lucky for us that Gran’pa Eliot had a house,” returned Phil, gravely. “And it’s lucky Mr. Ferguson induced him to let us live in it.”“Guess gran’pa couldn’t help himself, being paralyzed like he is,” said Becky.“It’s the first thing he ever did for us, anyhow,” added Don, grumblingly. “And he sticks to his room upstairs and won’t let us come near him.”“Do you want to visit gran’pa?” asked Phoebe, turning to her younger brother. “No.”“Then don’t complain, dear, if he doesn’t want you. He’s old and helpless; and as for helping us, I’mafraid gran’pa is almost as poor as we are,” she said, her eyes still regarding, with wistful earnestness, the scene across the street.“Poor! Gran’pa Eliot poor, with this big house?” exclaimed Sue, incredulously.“I think so; I’m sure it’s so,” answered Phœbe. “Old Miss Halliday asked me to keep you all from picking the fruit in the garden, when it ripens; because, she says gran’pa has to sell it to get enough money to pay taxes and his living expenses. And she gathers all the eggs from the chickens and sells them to Mr. Wyatt, the grocer. That must mean gran’pa’s pretty poor, you know.”“Is old Miss Halliday any relation to us?” asked Don.“No; she was an old servant of grandmother’s, before she died — her housekeeper, I believe; and afterward, when gran’pa became paralyzed, she took care of him.”“She seems to run everything around this place as if she owned it,” muttered the boy.“She’s a very faithful woman,” observed Phil; “and a very disagreeable one. I don’t know what gran’pa would have done without her. She gets his meals and waits on him night and day.”“Somehow,” said Becky, “I sort o’ hate her. She won’t let us into any of the back rooms upstairs, though she and gran’pa can’t use all of ‘em; and she never comes near us unless she wants to jaw about something we’ve done. I run a clothesline through the grass yesterday, and tripped old Halliday up when she went to feed the chickens, and she was as mad as anything.”“I think she doesn’t care much for young people,” admitted Phoebe; “and as none of us cares for her it’s just as well that we should live apart — even if we occupy the same house. After all, my dears, we should be grateful for being allowed so much room in this comfortable old shack. We had no other place to go after our own home was sold.”There was silence in the little group for a moment. Then Becky asked, curiously:“Where do we get the money to live on? We have to pay our own grocery bills, don’t we?”Phil started and looked upon his younger sister wonderingly, as if she had suggested a new thought to him. Then he turned to Phoebe.“There must have been a little money left,” he said. “It never occurred to me before. I must ask Mr. Ferguson about it.”Phoebe flushed a trifle, but looked down instead of meeting her twin’s earnest gaze.“I’ve thought of it, Phil,” she replied, softly. “Whatever was left after paying papa’s debts must have been little enough, and can’t last forever. And then—”Phil was regarding her with serious eyes. He glanced at the younger ones and said quickly:“Never mind. We haven’t suffered from poverty so far, have we? And we won’t. We’ve Daring blood in our veins, and that means we can accomplish anything we set out to do.” Phoebe smiled and turned to reënter the house. “Saturday is my busy day,” she remarked brightly. “I suppose you’ re going to practice for the baseball match, Phil?”“Yes,” he said, “I promised the boys— “Then he stopped and shook his head.” I don’t know yet what I’ll do, Phoebe,” he added. “Just now I’ve an errand down town.”He caught up his cap, kissed his twin and strode down the walk to the gate. Phoebe cautioned the younger ones not to raise a racket under Gran’pa Eliot’s window, but to keep in the front yard if they were going to play. Then she stole softly away to her own little room upstairs and locked herself in so as not to be disturbed.CHAPTER IIPHIL INTERVIEWS THE LAWYERPhil Daring walked toward the village with uneasy, nervous strides. There was an anxious expression upon his usually placid face.“Queer,” he muttered to himself, “that I never thought to ask how we’re able to live. It costs money to feed five hungry youngsters; and where does it come from, I wonder?”The Eliot house was on the brow of a knoll and the street sloped downward to the little village where the “business center” clustered around the railway station. The river was just beyond, flowing sleepily on its way to the gulf, and at Riverdale a long wooden bridge spanned the murky water. It was a quiet, pretty little town, but had such a limited population that every resident knew nearly everyone else who lived there and kept fairly well posted on the private affairs of each member of the community.Wallace Daring, the father of the twins, had been the big man of Riverdale before he died a few months ago. He had come to the town manyyears before, when he was a young man, and built the great beet sugar factory that had made all the farmers around so prosperous, growing crops to supply it. Mr. Daring must have made money from the business, for he married Jonathan Eliot’s daughter and established a cosy home where Phil and Phoebe, and Donald and Becky were born. Afterward he erected a splendid mansion that was the wonder and admiration of all Riverdale. But no one envied Wallace Daring his success, for the kindly, energetic man was everybody’s friend and very popular with his neighbors.Then began reverses. His well-beloved wife, the mother of his children, was taken away from him and left him a lonely and changed man. He tried to seek consolation in the society of his little ones; but in a brief four years he himself met a sudden death in a railway wreck. Then, to the amazement of all who knew him, it was discovered that his vast fortune had been swept away and he was heavily in debt.Judge Ferguson, his lawyer, was made his executor by the court and proceeded to settle the estate as advantageously as he could; but the fine mansion had to be sold. The five orphaned children lived in their old home, cared for by honest, faithful Aunt Hyacinth, until two months before the time this story begins, when a man from the East named Randolph bought the place and the Darings moved over to their grandfather’s old-fashioned but roomy and comfortable house across the way.Phil walked more slowly as he approached the business district. The task he had set himself was an unpleasant one, but he felt that he must face it courageously.The boy’s father had been so invariably indulgent that Phil, although now sixteen years of age, had never been obliged to think of financial matters in any way. He was full of life and healthful vitality, and his one great ambition was to prepare himself for college. His father’s sudden death stunned him for a time, but he picked up the trend of his studies again, after a little, and applied himself to work harder than ever. Vaguely he realized that he must make a name and a fortune for himself after graduating from college; but so far he had not been called upon to consider the resources of the family. Mr. Ferguson had attended to the settlement of his father’s estate, of which the boy knew nothing whatever, and Aunt Hyacinth had cared for the house, and got the meals and sent her five charges to school each day in ample season. The lives of the young Darings had scarcely been interrupted as yet by the loss of their father; although with him vanished every tangible means of support. A chance word this morning, however, had caused Phil to realize for the first time the fact that they were really poor and dependent; and he knew it was his duty, as the eldest of the family to find out what their exact circumstances were. In reality he was not the eldest, for his twin sister, Phoebe, was five minutes his senior; but Phil was a boy, and in his estimation that more than made up for the five minutes’ difference in age and established him as the natural protector of Phoebe, as well as of the other children.Down at “The Corners” the main residence street entered the one lying parallel with the river, and around this junction the business center of Riverdale was clustered, extending some two or more blocks either way. The hotel was on one corner and Bennett’s general store on another, while the opposite corners were occupied by the druggist and the hardware store. Bennett’s was a brick structure and all the others were frame, except Spaythe’s Bank, a block up the street. Between them were rambling one story and two story wooden buildings, mostly old and weather-beaten, devoted to those minor businesses that make up a town and are required to supply the wants of the inhabitants, or of the farmers who “came to town” to trade.Between the post office and the hardware store was a flight of stairs leading to offices on the second floor. These stairs Phil ascended and knocked at a door bearing a small painted sign, the letters of which were almost effaced by time, with the words: “P. Ferguson; Lawyer.”No one answered the knock, so Phil opened the door and walked softly in.It was a bare looking room. A few maps and a print of Abraham Lincoln hung upon the cracked and discolored plaster of the walls. At one side was a shelf of sheep-covered law books; in the center stood a big, square table; beyond that, facing the window, was an old-fashioned desk at which sat a man engaged in writing. His back was toward Phil; but from the tousled snow white locks and broad, spreading ears the boy knew he stood in the presence of his father’s old friend and confidant, Judge Ferguson. His title of “Judge” was derived from his having been for some years a Justice of the Peace, and it was, therefore, more complimentary than official.As Phil closed the door and stood hesitating, a voice said: “Sit down.” The tone was quiet and evenly modulated, but it carried the effect of a command.Phil sat down. There was a little room connected with the big office, in which sat a tow-headed clerk copying paragraphs from a law book. This boy glanced up and, seeing who his master’s visitor was, rose and carefully closed the door between them. Mr. Ferguson continued writing. He had no idea who had called upon him, for he did not turn around until he had leisurely completed his task, when a deliberate whirl of his revolving office chair brought him face to face with the boy.“Well, Phil?” said he, shooting from beneath the bushy overhanging eyebrows a keen glance of inquiry.“I — I wanted to have a little talk with you, sir,” returned Phil, a bit embarrassed. “Are you very busy?”“No. Fire ahead, my lad.”“It’s about our — our family affairs,” continued the visitor, haltingly.“What about them, Phil!”“Why, I know nothing as to how we stand, sir. No one has told me anything and I’ve been too thoughtless to inquire. But, I ought to know, Mr. Ferguson — oughtn’t I?”The judge nodded.“You ought, Phil. I’ve been going to speak of it, myself, but waited to see if you wouldn’t come here of your own accord. You, or Phoebe. In fact, I rather expected Phoebe.”“Why, sir?”“You’re not a very practical youth, Phil. They say you’ re a student, and are trying for honors at the high school graduation next month. Also, you’re the pitcher of the baseball team, and stroke oar for the river crew. These things occupy all your time, it seems, as well they may.”Phil flushed red. There was an implied reproach in the old man’s words.试读结束[说明：试读内容隐藏了图片]