He was showing signs of fatigue.

His head drooped and he met the judge's glance with tired, sleepy eyes.

The latter looked at him and then said suddenly: "I think you'd better go to bed." "I reckon I had," agreed Hannibal, slipping from his chair.
"Well, take my bed back of the quilt.

You'll find a hoe there.

You can dig up the dirt under the shuck tick with it--which helps astonishingly.
What would the world say if it could know that judge Slocum Price makes his bed with a hoe! There's Spartan hardihood!" but the boy, not knowing what was meant by Spartan hardihood, remained silent.