shoulders—so—like a Frenchman, but it wasn’t no use—he couldn’t budge; he was planted as solid as a
anvil, and he couldn’t no more stir than if he was anchored out. Smily was a good deal surprised, and he
was disgusted too, but he didn’t have no idea what the matter was, of course.
The feller took the money and started away, and when he was going out at the door he sorter jerked his
thumb over his shoulder—this way—at Dan’l, and says again, very deliberate, “Well—I don’t see no
points about that frog that’s any better’n any other frog.”