The minute-hand's got bent, and can't get over the hour hand.

You're a nice chap to have a watch!" It might have occurred to Charlie (as it did to me) that whatever sort of watch-owner the former might be, a boy who successively shook, tickled, and roasted me to get me to go, was hardly the one to lecture him on his failings; but my master was too delighted at the prospect of having his treasure cured to be very critical of the physician.

And this time, at last, Tom Drift had found the real cause of my indisposition.

In endeavouring to pass one another at half-past six, my two hands had become entangled, and refusing to proceed in company, had stopped where they were stopping my circulation and indeed my animation at the same time.
Once more the astute Tom produced his pin; and sticking it under the end of my minute-hand, disengaged it from its fellow and bent it back into its proper position.

Instantly, as if by magic, the life rushed back into my body; my circulation started afresh, and my heart beat its old beat.