text_original: The act infuriated Coffee. His face went purple. "Hand 'em back!" he yelled, his arm swinging back to his hip. "I'll bet there's a telegram here from Lee, and I'm entitled to keep it," responded Neale, coolly and slowly. Then as Coffee furiously jammed his hand back for his gun Neale struck him. Coffee fell with the overturned table out in the sand. His gun dropped as he dropped. Neale was there light and quick. He snatched up the gun.
text_transcription: THE ACT INFURIATED COFFEE HIS FACE WENT PURPLE HAND UM BACK HE YELLED HIS ARM SWINGING BACK TO HIS HIP I'LL BET THERE'S A TELEGRAM HERE FROM ME AND I'M ENTITLED TO KEEP IT RESPONDED NEIL COOLLY AND SLOWLY THEN HIS COFFEE FURIOUSLY JAMMED HIS HAND BACK FOR HIS GUN NEIL STRUCK HIM COFFEE FELL WITH THE OVERTURNED TABLE OUT IN THE SAND HIS GUN DROPPED AS HE DROPPED NEIL WAS THERE LIGHT AND QUICK HE SNATCHED UP THE GUN
phonemes: ðɪ ˈækt ɪnfjˈʊɹɹɪˌeɪɾᵻd kˈɔfi. hɪz fˈeɪs wɛnt pˈɜːpəl. "hˈænd ˈɛm bˈæk!" hiː jˈɛld, hɪz ˈɑːɹm swˈɪŋɪŋ bˈæk tə hɪz hˈɪp. "aɪl bˈɛt ðɛɹz ɐ tˈɛlᵻɡɹˌæm hˈɪɹ fɹʌm lˈiː, ænd aɪm ɛntˈaɪɾəld tə kˈiːp ɪt," ɹᵻspˈɑːndᵻd nˈiːl, kˈuːli ænd slˈoʊli. ðˈɛn æz kˈɔfi fjˈʊɹɹiəsli dʒˈæmd hɪz hˈænd bˈæk fɔːɹ hɪz ɡˈʌn nˈiːl stɹˈʌk hˌɪm. kˈɔfi fˈɛl wɪððɪ ˌoʊvɚtˈɜːnd tˈeɪbəl ˈaʊt ɪnðə sˈænd. hɪz ɡˈʌn dɹˈɑːpt æz hiː dɹˈɑːpt. nˈiːl wʌz ðɛɹ lˈaɪt ænd kwˈɪk. hiː snˈætʃt ˌʌp ðə ɡˈʌn.