He was conscious of a new power in himself.
"God being my helper," he said in the silence of his heart, "I will be a man again." There was a long distance between him and a true manhood.

The way back was over very rough and difficult places, and through dangers and temptations almost impossible to resist.

Who would have faith in him?
Who would help him in his great extremity?
How was he to live?
Not any longer by begging or petty theft.

He must do honest work.

There was no hope in anything else.