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What could it all mean? What would little Ann do without him? She would not cry: she never cried at least, he had never seen her cry! but that would not make it easier for her! What had become of Abdiel? Had Glum Gunn got him? Then the wet on his face was Abdiel's blood shed in his defence, perhaps, when his enemies were taking him away!
It was too dark for Clare to see what it was that thus infuriated him, but his ear discovered what his eye could not. For now and then, woven into the mad noise of the wild creature, in which others about him were beginning to join, he heard the modest whimper of a very tame one Abdiel, against whose small person, gladly as he would have been "naught a while," this huge indignation was levelled.
He inquired of him the nearest way to the town, and went the quicker that he heard the voice of Mrs. Goodenough, calling her husband to supper. A third mother. Who ever had a sovereign for the first time in his life, and did not feel rich? Clare trudged along merrily, and Abdiel shared his joy.
A rare philosopher for eyes capable of understanding him, he was a despicable being in the eyes of the common man. To know a human being one must be human that is, the divine must be strong in him. For some days now, neither Clare nor Abdiel had come even within sight of food enough to make a meal. The dog was rather thinner than his master.
Gunn opened the door of the cage, and flung Abdiel to the puma. Ere he could close it, Clare struck him once more a stout left-hander on the side of his head. Gunn staggered back. Clare sprang into the cage just as Pummy spying him uttered a jubilant roar of recognition.
"They had a little dog with them, sir!" "Yes Abdiel. He wanted to be a prisoner too, but they wouldn't let him in. He's a good dog better than Tommy." "So! like all the rest of you, you can keep a dog!" "He followed me home because he hadn't anybody to love," said Clare. "He don't have much to eat, but he's content. He would eat three times as much if I could give it him; but he never complains."
As for Abdiel the puma had forgotten him: the dog was out of his sight for the moment, though only behind him, while his friend and he were rubbing recognizant noses. Abdiel showed his wisdom by keeping in the background. The moment he was flung into the cage, he had got into a corner of it, and stood up on his hind legs.
"Mis'ess an' me, we've arranged it all. You're to help me in the kitchen; an' if you can do what you're told, an' are willin' to learn, we'll soon get you out of your troubles. There's but one thing in the way." "What is it, please?" asked Clare. "The dog, of course! You must part with the dog." "That I cannot do," returned Clare quietly, but with countenance fallen and sorrowful. " Come, Abdiel!"
He sprang to the roof of his cage, and grappling there, looked down with retorted neck, and saw the dog. Poor Abdiel immediately raised his head, and in hope of propitiation all but forlorn, began a little dance his master had taught him. What Pummy would have done with him, I fear, but I cannot tell.
"Indeed I can, ma'am! It's just the one thing I've got to do. We've been pretty near the last of it sometimes me and Abdiel! Haven't we, Abby?" The dog wagged his tail, and the old lady turned aside to control her feelings. "Don't cry, ma'am," said Clare; "I don't mind it not much. I'm too glad I didn't do anything, to mind it much! Why should I! Ought I to mind it much, ma'am?
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