text_original: As he came hurtling at me through the air I  by instinct, I suppose, for there was no time for reasoning  again pointed the revolver, this time straight at his wide open mouth, and again pressed the trigger.
text_transcription: AS HE CAME HURTLING AT ME THROUGH THE AIR I BY INSTINCT I SUPPOSE FOR THERE WAS NO TIME FOR REASONING AGAIN POINTED THE REVOLVER THIS TIME STRAIGHT AT HIS WIDE OPEN MOUTH AND AGAIN PRESSED THE TRIGGER
phonemes: æz hiː kˈeɪm hˈɜːɾəlɪŋ æt mˌiː θɹuː ðɪ ˈɛɹ aɪ baɪ ˈɪnstɪŋkt, aɪ səpˈoʊz, fɔːɹ ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ tˈaɪm fɔːɹ ɹˈiːzənɪŋ ɐɡˈɛn pˈɔɪntᵻd ðə ɹᵻvˈɑːlvɚ, ðɪs tˈaɪm stɹˈeɪt æt hɪz wˈaɪd ˈoʊpən mˈaʊθ, ænd ɐɡˈɛn pɹˈɛst ðə tɹˈɪɡɚ.