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.
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
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.