Not a man could be seen, and if there was any garrison for the place, they were certainly taking things very comfortably, for they must have been asleep at this unseemly hour for any ordinary occupation.
Not far from the battery was a rude structure, hardly better than a shanty, which Christy concluded must be the barracks of the soldiers if there were any there.

He walked over to it; but there was not a human being to be seen in the vicinity.

It was half past one at night, when honest people ought to be abed and asleep, and the first lieutenant of the Bronx concluded that the garrison, if this shanty was their quarters, must be honest people.
Christy walked very cautiously to the side of the building, for the entrance was at the end nearest to the fort, and found several windows there, from which the sashes seemed to have been removed, if there had ever been any.

The bottom of each opening was no higher than his head, and he went to one of them and looked in.
Extending along the middle of the interior was a row of berths.

It was very dark inside, and he could not make out whether or not these bunks were occupied.