text_original: "How?" asked the older man, eagerly. "I'll think it over a while, before I tell you my definite plans." "Be careful, Fred," warned Rhinds, "not to make any moves that will be our undoing!" "Have I gotten you into any trouble yet, Mr. Rhinds?" "No," admitted the older man, though he added, half jeeringly: "Nor have you beaten the Pollard crowd at any point along the road, that I can remember." "Wait!" retorted Radwin, mysteriously.
text_transcription: HOW ASKED THE OLDER MAN EAGERLY I'LL THINK IT OVER A WHILE BEFORE I TELL YOU MY DEFINITE PLANS BE CAREFUL FRED WARNED RYNNES NOT TO MAKE ANY MOVES THAT WILL BE OUR UNDOING HAVE I GOTTEN YOU INTO ANY TROUBLE YET MISTER RYNCE NO ADMITTED THE OLDER MAN THOUGH HE ADDED HALF CHEERINGLY NOR HAVE YOU BEATEN THE POLAR CROWD AT ANY POINT ALONG THE ROAD THAT I CAN REMEMBER WAIT RETORTED RADWIN MYSTERIOUSLY
phonemes: "hˈaʊ?" ˈæskt ðɪ ˈoʊldɚ mˈæn, ˈiːɡɚli. "aɪl θˈɪŋk ɪɾ ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐ wˈaɪl, bᵻfˌɔːɹ aɪ tˈɛl juː maɪ dˈɛfɪnət plˈænz." "biː kˈɛɹfəl, fɹˈɛd," wˈɔːɹnd ɹˈaɪndz, "nˌɑːt tə mˌeɪk ˌɛni mˈuːvz ðæt wɪl biː ˌaʊɚɹ ʌndˈuːɪŋ!" "hæv aɪ ɡˈɑːʔn̩ juː ˌɪntʊ ˌɛni tɹˈʌbəl jˈɛt, mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈaɪndz?" "nˈoʊ," ɐdmˈɪɾᵻd ðɪ ˈoʊldɚ mˈæn, ðˌoʊ hiː ˈædᵻd, hˈæf dʒˈɪɹɪŋli: "nˈɔːɹ hæv juː bˈiːʔn̩ ðə pˈɑːlɑːɹd kɹˈaʊd æɾ ˌɛni pˈɔɪnt ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈoʊd, ðæt aɪ kæn ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ." "wˈeɪt!" ɹᵻtˈɔːɹɾᵻd ɹˈædwɪn, mɪstˈɪɹiəsli.