He said: "It looks to me as if the bearings were all wrong."

I said: "Don't you trouble about it any more; you will make yourself
tired. Let us put it back and get off."

He said: "We may as well see what is the matter with it, now it is out."
He talked as though it had dropped out by accident.

Before I could stop him he had unscrewed something somewhere, and out
rolled all over the path some dozen or so little balls.

"Catch 'em!" he shouted; "catch 'em! We mustn't lose any of them." He
was quite excited about them.

We grovelled round for half an hour, and found sixteen. He said he hoped
we had got them all, because, if not, it would make a serious difference
to the machine. He said there was nothing you should be more careful
about in taking a bicycle to pieces than seeing you did not lose any of
the balls. He explained that you ought to count them as you took them
out, and see that exactly the same number went back in each place. I
promised, if ever I took a bicycle to pieces I would remember his advice.

I put the balls for safety in my hat, and I put my hat upon the doorstep.
It was not a sensible thing to do, I admit. As a matter of fact, it was
a silly thing to do. I am not as a rule addle-headed; his influence must
have affected me.

He then said that while he was about it he would see to the chain for me,
and at once began taking off the gear-case. I did try to persuade him