text_original: "Stand there, sir, till you've done it!" quavered Captain Jack. "Will you signal the order?" "No, sir! You'll get it by voice." As Benson wheeled, dashing away, he had an instant's glimpse, sideways, of Hal Hastings's face. 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!
text_transcription: STAND THERE SIR TILL YOU'VE DONE IT QUAVERED CAPTAIN JACK WILL YOU SIGNAL THE ORDER NO SIR YOU'LL GET IT BY VOICE AS VINCENT WHEEL DASHING AWAY HE HAD AN INSTANT'S GLIMPSE SIDEWAYS OF HAL HASTINGS FACE 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
phonemes: "stˈænd ðˈɛɹ, sˌɜː, tˈɪl juːv dˈʌn ɪt!" kwˈeɪvɚd kˈæptɪn dʒˈæk. "wɪl juː sˈɪɡnəl ðɪ ˈɔːɹdɚ?" "nˈoʊ, sˌɜː! juːl ɡɛt ɪt baɪ vˈɔɪs." æz bˈɛnsən wˈiːld, dˈæʃɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ, hiː hæd ɐn ˈɪnstənts ɡlˈɪmps, sˈaɪdweɪz, ʌv hˈæl hˈeɪstɪŋzᵻz fˈeɪs. 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!