I grew dizzy with semi-asphyxiation, and my heart thumped until it seemed surely it would burst the canvas that bound me.
Again I lost control of myself and set up a mad howling for help.
In the midst of this I heard a voice from the next dungeon.
"Shut up," it shouted, though only faintly it percolated to me.

"Shut up.

You make me tired." "I'm dying," I cried out.
"Pound your ear and forget it," was the reply.
"But I _am_ dying," I insisted.
"Then why worry ?" came the voice.

"You'll be dead pretty quick an' out of it.

Go ahead and croak, but don't make so much noise about it.