text_original: In forty eight hours Benton would be a waste place of board floors, naked frames, debris and sand, ready to be reclaimed by the desert. It would be gone like a hideous nightmare, and no man would believe what had happened there. The gambling hell where she had expected to find Neale had vanished, in a few hours, as if by magic. Beauty Stanton retraced her steps. She would find Neale in one of the other places  the Big Tent, perhaps.
text_transcription: IN FORTY EIGHT HOURS BENTON WOULD BE A WASTE PLACE OF BOARD FLOORS NAKED FRAMES DAYBREED AND SAND READY TO BE RECLAIMED BY THE DESERT IT WOULD BE GONE LIKE A HIDEOUS NIGHTMARE AND NO MAN WOULD BELIEVE WHAT HAD HAPPENED THERE THE GAMBLING HILL WHERE SHE HAD EXPECTED TO FIND MEAL HAD VANISHED IN A FEW HOURS AS IF BY MAGIC BEAUTY STANTON RETRACED HER STEPS SHE WOULD FIND NEAL IN ONE OF THE OTHER PLACES THE BIG TENT PERHAPS
phonemes: ɪn fˈɔːɹɾi ˈeɪt ˈaʊɚz bˈɛntən wʊd biː ɐ wˈeɪst plˈeɪs ʌv bˈɔːɹd flˈɔːɹz, nˈeɪkᵻd fɹˈeɪmz, dəbɹˈiː ænd sˈænd, ɹˈɛdi təbi ɹᵻklˈeɪmd baɪ ðə dˈɛzɚt. ɪt wʊd biː ɡɔn lˈaɪk ɐ hˈɪdiəs nˈaɪtmɛɹ, ænd nˈoʊ mˈæn wʊd bᵻlˈiːv wʌt hæd hˈæpənd ðˈɛɹ. ðə ɡˈæmblɪŋ hˈɛl wˌɛɹ ʃiː hæd ɛkspˈɛktᵻd tə fˈaɪnd nˈiːl hæd vˈænɪʃt, ɪn ɐ fjˈuː ˈaʊɚz, æz ɪf baɪ mˈædʒɪk. bjˈuːɾi stˈæntən ɹᵻtɹˈeɪst hɜː stˈɛps. ʃiː wʊd fˈaɪnd nˈiːl ɪn wˈʌn ʌvðɪ ˈʌðɚ plˈeɪsᵻz ðə bˈɪɡ tˈɛnt, pɚhˈæps.