text_original: Great as Jack's haste was, that look at his chum's face haunted him. There was no time for sentiment, now, though. It was literally do or die! The "Thor" was now three hundred yards astern, making frantic efforts to lessen the distance, yet actually losing time.
text_transcription: GREAT AS JACK'S HASTE WAS THAT LOOK AT HIS CHUM'S FACE HAUNTED HIM THERE WAS NO TIME FOR SENTIMENT NOW THOUGH IT WAS LITERALLY DEW OR DIE THE THOR WAS NOW THREE HUNDRED YARDS ASTERN MAKING FRANTIC EFFORTS TO LESSEN THE DISTANCE YET ACTUALLY LOSING TIME
phonemes: ɡɹˈeɪt æz dʒˈæks hˈeɪst wʌz, ðæt lˈʊk æt hɪz tʃˈʌmz fˈeɪs hˈɔːntᵻd hˌɪm. ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ tˈaɪm fɔːɹ sˈɛntɪmənt, nˈaʊ, ðˌoʊ. ɪt wʌz lˈɪɾɚɹəli dˈuː ɔːɹ dˈaɪ! ðə "θˈɔːɹ" wʌz nˈaʊ θɹˈiː hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɑːɹdz ɐstˈɜːn, mˌeɪkɪŋ fɹˈæntɪk ˈɛfɚts tə lˈɛsən ðə dˈɪstəns, jˈɛt ˈæktʃuːəli lˈuːzɪŋ tˈaɪm.