one o'clock
I wish I had them all here , I 'd give them strikes . '' Her voice shook with suppressed passion . Realising that the fates were against him , Bindle beat a gloomy retreat , and turned his steps in the direction of The Yellow Ostrich . At one o'clock he returned to Fenton Street , a little doubtful ; but very hungry . He closed the gate quietly , Mrs. Bindle hated the banging of gates . Suddenly he caught sight of a piece of white paper pinned to the front door . A moment later he was reading the dumbfounding announcement : `` I have struck too .