Those who can, pay.

Those who can't, don't.

All caged birds, I help.

Blight him! Blight him!" "We would rest till night, then you can put us on our way to the coast.
This is an ill land to wander in in the dark.

Last night we came on one who had strayed and died." "Where away ?" he asked quickly.
"In the marshes--over yonder--about a mile away, I should say." "Was he clothed ?" he snapped.
"Yes, he was clothed." And he was off with his pole across the flats, in great bounds, while we sat wondering.