The darkness, too, was so great that he could see only a few yards before him, and he let the horse take his course.
Harry thought grimly that he was indeed well hidden in the forest.
He was so well hidden that he was lost even to himself.

In all that darkness and rain he could not retain the sense of direction, and he had no idea where he was.

He rambled about for hours, now and then trying to find shelter behind massive tree trunks, and, after every failure, going on in the direction in which he thought Washington lay.

His shivering became so strong that he was afraid it would turn into a real chill, and he resolved to seek a roof, if the forest should hold such a thing.
It was nearly dawn when he saw dimly the outlines of a cabin standing in a tiny clearing.

He believed it to be the hut of a charcoal burner, and he was resolved to take any risk for the sake of its roof.