text_original: Garry's thoughts darted to the gun, but his tightly wrapped pack was in the passage outside. He prayed for a moment's time that he might meet this mob pistol in hand, and he half turned; but no time was given. The leader was shouting orders, his harsh voice resounded in shattering echoes throughout the stone vault, and the horde of blacks surged forward at his command. * * * * * A mass of lean bodies, with faces ugly and brutal where sleep filled eyes opened wide and glaring!
text_transcription: GARRY'S THOUGHTS DARTED TO THE GUN BUT HIS TIGHTLY WRAPPED PACK WAS IN THE PASSAGE OUTSIDE HE PRAYED FOR A MOMENT'S TIME THAT HE MIGHT MEET THIS MOB PISTOL IN HAND AND HE HALF TURNED BUT NO TIME WAS GIVEN THE LEADER WAS SHOUTING ORDERS HIS HARSH VOICE RESOUNDED IN SHATTERING ECHOES THROUGHOUT THE STONE VAULT AND THE HORDE OF BLACK SEARCHED FORWARD AT HIS COMMAND A MASS OF LEAN BODIES WITH FACES UGLY AND BRUTAL WHERE SLEEP FILLED EYES OPENED WIDE AND GLARING
phonemes: ɡˈæɹiz θˈɔːts dˈɑːɹɾᵻd tə ðə ɡˈʌn, bˌʌt hɪz tˈaɪtli ɹˈæpt pˈæk wʌz ɪnðə pˈæsɪdʒ aʊtsˈaɪd. hiː pɹˈeɪd fɚɹə mˈoʊmənts tˈaɪm ðæt hiː mˌaɪt mˈiːt ðɪs mˈɑːb pˈɪstəl ɪn hˈænd, ænd hiː hˈæf tˈɜːnd; bˌʌt nˈoʊ tˈaɪm wʌz ɡˈɪvən. ðə lˈiːdɚ wʌz ʃˈaʊɾɪŋ ˈɔːɹdɚz, hɪz hˈɑːɹʃ vˈɔɪs ɹᵻzˈaʊndᵻd ɪn ʃˈæɾɚɹɪŋ ˈɛkoʊz θɹuːˈaʊt ðə stˈoʊn vˈɔlt, ænd ðə hˈɔːɹd ʌv blˈæks sˈɜːdʒd fˈɔːɹwɚd æt hɪz kəmˈænd. ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ɐ mˈæs ʌv lˈiːn bˈɑːdiz, wɪð fˈeɪsᵻz ˈʌɡli ænd bɹˈuːɾəl wˌɛɹ slˈiːp fˈɪld ˈaɪz ˈoʊpənd wˈaɪd ænd ɡlˈɛɹɪŋ!