He was for trying it there and then; but I objected, having no desire to be slithered into the ditch.
"I would just as soon," said I, "ride a giraffe shod with roller skates." He didn't even smile.

He turned his one reproachful eye on me.

What was to be done?
I told him.

We must wait for assistance.

When I had been transferred into the vehicle of a passing Samaritan, it was time enough for the manhandling.
Fate brought the Samaritan very quickly.