He stepped as carefully as if the hunter was behind him.

Soon he reached level ground.

A dense laurel thicket hid the cabin, but he knew the direction in which it lay.

Throwing himself flat on the ground, he wormed his way through the thicket, carefully, yet swiftly, because he knew there was no time to lose.

Finally the rear of the cabin stood in front of him.
It was made of logs, rudely hewn, and as rudely thrown together.