Those who were always offering me help when I wanted none, now, when they thought me in trouble, talked of arresting me.

Yes, two particular friends of mine, who had always been offering me their purses when my own was stuffed full, now talked of arresting me, though I only owed the scoundrels a hundred pounds each; and they would have done so, provided I had not paid them what I owed them; and how did I do that?
Why, I was able to do it because I found a friend--and who was that friend?
Why, a man who has since been hung, of whom everybody has heard, and of whom everybody for the next hundred years will occasionally talk.
"One day, whilst in trouble, I was visited by a person I had occasionally met at sporting-dinners.

He came to look after a Suffolk Punch, the best horse, by-the-bye, that anybody can purchase to drive, it being the only animal of the horse kind in England that will pull twice at a dead weight.

I told him that I had none at that time that I could recommend; in fact, that every horse in my stable was sick.

He then invited me to dine with him at an inn close by, and I was glad to go with him, in the hope of getting rid of unpleasant thoughts.