We stayed up all night in a drizzling rain, hoping to get a shot.

I am tired out.

So is Tige.

Wetzel did not mind the weather or the ill luck, and when we ran across some Indian sign he went off on one of his lonely tramps, leaving me to come home alone." "He is such a reckless man," remarked Mrs.Zane.
"Wetzel is reckless, or rather, daring.

His incomparable nerve carries him safely through many dangers, where an ordinary man would have no show whatever.