It was a moonlight night, and as I looked with him I saw the courtyard full of soldiers.

Who was in command?
The answer to that meant much to me.
This sight somewhat sobered the major.
"A mutiny!" he cried.

"The soldiers have risen!" "Go to bed," said the junior ensign.
"Look out of window!" he cried.
They all staggered to the window.

As the soldiers saw them, they raised a shout.

I could not distinguish whether it was a greeting or a threat.