He fancied his ankles and wrists were swelling as the cord cut into the flesh.
His brain began to reel, and he almost wished for death.
“Am I to die like this? Oh, it is horrible!” he moaned, aloud, as the agony of the thought took possession of his mind.
“Help!”
He shouted and the echo of the vault answered back mockingly:
“Help!”
He shouted again, but the only reply was the faint echo of his words.
“I shall die,” he groaned.
“Die,” said the echo, with taunting emphasis.
His brain became frenzied, and he began to laugh with boisterous guffaws.