eleven o'clock
A sudden tumult of shouts and cheers arose in the street under his window ; not the sound of a score of voices nor of a hundred , but a sound of great volume . Ruth looked up , startled , frightened . Bonbright stepped to the window . `` It 's only eleven o'clock , '' he said , `` but the men are all coming out ... . The whistle did n't blow . They 're cheering and capering and shaking hands with one another . What does that mean , do you suppose ? ''