"And who might you be, madam?" Morris stared in surprise.
"My name is Katherine Bedford, sir. Which means, I suppose, that you'll want to arrest me too."
"Are you the daughter of Dalby Bedford?"
"He was my father. And the last lawfully selected governor this island is likely to know."
"Then I regret to say I do have orders to detain you. There are certain charges, madam, of aiding him in the instigation of this rebellion, that may need to be answered in London."
"Katherine!" Jeremy looked despairingly at her. "I warned you . . ."
"Is that why you're here, Master Walrond? To forewarn an accused criminal?" Morris turned to him. "Then I fear there may be charges against you too." He glanced at Briggs. "You can go, sir. But I'm afraid we'll have to hold your pistol for now, and take these others into custody."
"You're not taking Miss Bedford, or anybody, into custody." Winston pulled back his water-soaked jerkin to expose the pistol in his belt.
Morris stared at him. "And who, sir, are you?"
"Check your list of criminals for the name Winston." He stood unmoving. "I'm likely there too."