Consequently, there remain to me now but a limited number of questions upon which I feel any degree of certainty.

Among such still-unshaken beliefs, however, is the conviction that that tandem does not want overhauling.

I also feel a presentiment that, provided my life is spared, no human being between now and Wednesday morning is going to overhaul it." George said: "I should not show temper over the matter, if I were you.
There will come a day, perhaps not far distant, when that bicycle, with a couple of mountains between it and the nearest repairing shop, will, in spite of your chronic desire for rest, _have_ to be overhauled.

Then you will clamour for people to tell you where you put the oil-can, and what you have done with the screw-hammer.

Then, while you exert yourself holding the thing steady against a tree, you will suggest that somebody else should clean the chain and pump the back wheel." I felt there was justice in George's rebuke--also a certain amount of prophetic wisdom.