"Why should I be afraid of Magee?" flashed Joe quickly.
Grandon nodded. "I am glad of that, Burgoyne."
"You blame Magee for shoot policemen?"
"I feel sure he knows who did it."
"What you want from me?" Joe seemed suspicious.
"I want you to go to Kingsburg and find out who killed McKay and Cree George."
Joe shook his head. "I don't want to be killed."
"Nobody will know you are working for me," urged Grandon.
"Nobody know, eh?" Joe's beady eyes half-closed as he leaned back in his chair and considered the proposition. "Mebbe take long time to find out, eh? If police come there, nobody find out, and Joe Burgoyne die quick. You give me t'ree days—mebbe I find out."