text_original: And still there was no sign of the treacherous enemy that lurked about us. Could Tom get back? I glanced at Polly Ann. The same question was written in her yearning eyes, staring at the spot where the gray of his hunting shirt showed through the bushes at the bend. Suddenly her hand tightened on mine. The hunting shirt was gone! After that, in the intervals when my terror left me, I tried to speculate upon the plan of the savages.
text_transcription: AND STILL THERE WAS NO SIGN OF THE TREACHEROUS ENEMY THAT LURKED ABOUT US COULD TOM GET BACK I GLANCED AT POLLYAN THE SAME QUESTION WAS WRITTEN IN HER YEARNING EYES STARING AT THE SPOT WHERE THE GRAY OF HIS HUNTING SHIRT SHOWED THROUGH THE BUSHES AT THE BIN SUDDENLY HER HAND TIGHTENED ON MINE THE HUNTING SHIRT WAS GONE AFTER THAT IN THE INTERVALS WHEN MY TERROR LEFT ME I TRIED TO SPECULATE UPON THE PLAN OF THE SAVAGES
phonemes: ænd stˈɪl ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ sˈaɪn ʌvðə tɹˈɛtʃɚɹəs ˈɛnəmi ðæt lˈɜːkt ɐbˈaʊt ˌʌs. kʊd tˈɑːm ɡɛt bˈæk? aɪ ɡlˈænst æt pˈɑːli ˈæn. ðə sˈeɪm kwˈɛstʃən wʌz ɹˈɪʔn̩ ɪn hɜː jˈɜːnɪŋ ˈaɪz, stˈɛɹɪŋ æt ðə spˈɑːt wˌɛɹ ðə ɡɹˈeɪ ʌv hɪz hˈʌntɪŋ ʃˈɜːt ʃˈoʊd θɹuː ðə bˈʊʃᵻz æt ðə bˈɛnd. sˈʌdənli hɜː hˈænd tˈaɪʔn̩d ˌɔn mˈaɪn. ðə hˈʌntɪŋ ʃˈɜːt wʌz ɡˈɔn! ˈæftɚ ðˈæt, ɪnðɪ ˈɪntɚvəlz wɛn maɪ tˈɛɹɚ lˈɛft mˌiː, aɪ tɹˈaɪd tə spˈɛkjʊlˌeɪt əpˌɑːn ðə plˈæn ʌvðə sˈævɪdʒᵻz.