No resources to fall back on.

It is work or starve from now to the end.

I am ready--and not afraid!" Then he sent this cablegram to his father: "Escaped unhurt from burning hotel.

Have taken fictitious name.
Goodbye." During the evening while he was wandering about in one of the outlying districts of the city, he came across a small brick church, with a bill posted there with these words printed on it: "MECHANICS' CLUB DEBATE.
ALL INVITED." He saw people, apparently mainly of the working class, entering the place, and he followed and took his seat.

It was a humble little church, quite bare as to ornamentation.