We came to this very place of Horncastle, where my father purchased two horses of a young man, paying for them with three forged notes, purporting to be Bank of Englanders, of fifty pounds each, and got the young man to change another of the like amount; he at that time appeared as a respectable dealer, and I as his son, as I really was.
"As soon as we had got the horses, we conveyed them to one of the places of call belonging to our gang, of which there were several.

There they were delivered into the hands of one of our companions, who speedily sold them in a distant part of the country.

The sum which they fetched--for the gang kept very regular accounts--formed an important item on the next day of sharing, of which there were twelve in the year.

The young man whom my father had paid for the horses with his smashing notes, was soon in trouble about them, and ran some risk, as I have heard, of being executed; but he bore a good character, told a plain story, and, above all, had friends, and was admitted to bail; to one of his friends he described my father and myself.

This person happened to be at an inn in Yorkshire, where my father, disguised as a Quaker, attempted to pass a forged note.