text_original: almost barked Jack Benson. "Sure thing, is it?" persisted Somers. "Sure  only don't talk too much," growled young Benson. It was the grit, the dogged determination of the born commander  the natural leader of men. A moment later Jack turned a white face toward the shipbuilder. "Mr. Farnum, tell Hal he'll have to pour the oil in faster. We've got to have more speed."
text_transcription: ALMOST BARKED JACK VINCENT SURE THING IS IT PERSISTED SOLMERS SURE ONLY DON'T TALK TOO MUCH GROWLED YOUNG VINCENT IT WAS THE GRIT THE DOGGED DETERMINATION OF THE BORN COMMANDER THE NATURAL LEADER OF THE MEN A MOMENT LATER JACK TURNED A WHITE FACE TOWARD THE SHIP HOLDER MISTER FARNUM TELL HAL HE'LL HAVE TO POUR THE OIL AND FASTER WE'VE GOT TO HAVE MORE SPEED
phonemes: ˈɔːlmoʊst bˈɑːɹkt dʒˈæk bˈɛnsən. "ʃˈʊɹ θˈɪŋ, ɪz ɪt?" pɚsˈɪstᵻd sˈʌmɚz. "ʃˈʊɹ ˈoʊnli dˈoʊnt tˈɔːk tˈuː mʌtʃ," ɡɹˈaʊld jˈʌŋ bˈɛnsən. ɪt wʌzðə ɡɹˈɪt, ðə dˈɑːɡᵻd dɪtˌɜːmᵻnˈeɪʃən ʌvðə bˈɔːɹn kəmˈændɚ ðə nˈætʃɚɹəl lˈiːdɚɹ ʌv mˈɛn. ɐ mˈoʊmənt lˈeɪɾɚ dʒˈæk tˈɜːnd ɐ wˈaɪt fˈeɪs təwˈɔːɹd ðə ʃˈɪpbɪldɚ. "mˈɪstɚ. fˈɑːɹnəm, tˈɛl hˈæl hiːl hæv tə pˈɔːɹ ðɪ ˈɔɪl ɪn fˈæstɚ. wiːv ɡɑːt tə hæv mˈɔːɹ spˈiːd."