Ned began to fear that he would get lost.

It was almost impossible to keep the true direction in such a driving storm.

He had no moon and stars to guide him, and he was compelled to rely wholly upon instinct.

Sometimes he was in woods, sometimes upon the plain, and once or twice he crossed creeks, the waters of which were swollen and muddy.
The Norther was not such a blessing after all.

He might be going directly away from San Antonio, while Santa Anna, with innumerable guides, would easily reach there the next day.