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Updated: May 31, 2025
For Abdiel was one of the few, even among dogs, with whom the defence of master or friend is an inborn, instinctive duty; and strong temptation even has but a poor chance against the sense of duty in a dog. It was night when they entered the town.
No cloudy blanket covered the sky: ere morning the dew would lie frozen on the grass! "You shouldn't be sleeping there!" she said. Abdiel started to his four feet and would have snarled, but with one look at the lady changed his mind. Clare half awoke, half sat up, made an inarticulate murmur, and fell back again. "Get up, my boy," said the old lady. "You must indeed!"
He had imagined it his might that cowed the puma, when it was the animal's human gentleness that made him submissive to man: he knew better now! Clare clasped Abdiel to his bosom, and trudged on. They had gone miles ere it occurred to him that it might be more comfortable for both if each carried his individual burden. He set Abdiel down, and the dog ran vibrating with pleasure.
Her mere glance seemed to wake Abdiel, who took advantage of his waking to have a lick at the brown, dusty, brave, uncomplaining feet, so well used to the world's via dolorosa. She saw, and was touched yet more by this ministration of the guardian of the feet. Gently opening the gate she descended the slope, crossed the road, and stood silent, regarding the outcasts.
"What a name to give a dog! Where did you find it?" "In Paradise Lost, ma'am. Abdiel was the one angel, you remember, ma'am, who, when he saw what Satan was up to, left him, and went back to his duty." "And what was his duty?" "Why of course to do what God told him. I love Abdiel, and because I love the little dog and he took care of baby, I call him Abdiel too.
So they all fell asleep in peace. For although Clare knew himself and Abdiel Gunn's prisoners, he feared no surprise with two such rousable companions. The dome of the angels. When Clare awoke, he knew he had been asleep a long time. It was, notwithstanding, quite dark, and there was something wrong with him. His head ached: it had never ached before.
He went into the street with a white face and a dazed look not from any hardship he had experienced during his confinement, for he had been in what to him was clover, but because he had lost the baby and Abdiel, and because his mind had been all the time in perplexity with regard to the proceedings of justice: he did not and could not see that he had done anything wrong.
He and Abdiel ought at least to get out and walk, instead of burdening the poor horses with their weight, when they were so well rested, and had had such a good breakfast! But when he said so to Mrs. Halliwell, she told him she must have a little talk with him first, and formally proposed that he should enter their service, and do whatever he was fit for in the menagerie.
In a second or two, they heard an anxious little whine at the door. Clare made haste to open it. There stood Abdiel, with the words in his eyes, as plain almost as if he spoke them "Did you call, sir?" The woman caught him and held him to her bosom. "You blessed little thing!" she said. And surely if there be a blessing to be had, it is for them that obey.
Clare was persuaded, and ate the girl's bun with much satisfaction and gratitude. When he had his wages in the evening, he spent them as before a penny for the baby, and fivepence at Mr. Ball's for Tommy, Abdiel, and himself.
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