text_original: Horab had climbed back upon the rock. A lean figure and black, he was sharply outlined in the last rays of the setting sun; the target was clear beyond the pistol's sights. But the fingers of the grim faced man refused to tighten upon the trigger.
text_transcription: HORAB HAD CLIMBED BACK UPON THE ROCK A LEAN FIGURE IN BLACK HE WAS SHARPLY OUTLINED IN THE LAST RAYS OF THE SETTING SUN THE TARGET WAS CLEAR BEYOND THE PISTOL'S SIGHT BUT THE FINGERS OF THE GRIM FACED MAN REFUSED TO TIGHTEN UPON THE TRIGGER
phonemes: hˈɔːɹæb hæd klˈaɪmd bˈæk əpˌɑːn ðə ɹˈɑːk. ɐ lˈiːn fˈɪɡjɚ ænd blˈæk, hiː wʌz ʃˈɑːɹpli ˈaʊtlaɪnd ɪnðə lˈæst ɹˈeɪz ʌvðə sˈɛɾɪŋ sˈʌn; ðə tˈɑːɹɡɪt wʌz klˈɪɹ bᵻjˌɔnd ðə pˈɪstəlz sˈaɪts. bˌʌt ðə fˈɪŋɡɚz ʌvðə ɡɹˈɪm fˈeɪsd mˈæn ɹᵻfjˈuːzd tə tˈaɪʔn̩ əpˌɑːn ðə tɹˈɪɡɚ.