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Magnus
,
knowing
with
whom
he
had
to
deal
,
did
not
urge
the
point
,
being
convinced
that
Annixter
would
argue
over
the
affair
the
rest
of
the
morning
.
He
re
-
settled
himself
in
the
buggy
and
Harran
gathered
up
the
reins
.
“
Well
,
”
he
observed
,
“
you
know
your
business
best
.
Come
if
you
can
.
We
dine
at
seven
.
”
“
I
hear
you
are
going
to
farm
the
whole
of
Los
Muertos
this
season
,
”
remarked
Annixter
,
with
a
certain
note
of
challenge
in
his
voice
.
“
We
are
thinking
of
it
,
”
replied
Magnus
.
Annixter
grunted
scornfully
.
“
Did
you
get
the
message
I
sent
you
by
Presley
?
”
he
began
.
Tactless
,
blunt
,
and
direct
,
Annixter
was
quite
capable
of
calling
even
Magnus
a
fool
to
his
face
.
But
before
he
could
proceed
,
S
.
Behrman
in
his
single
buggy
turned
into
the
gate
,
and
driving
leisurely
up
to
the
porch
halted
on
the
other
side
of
Magnus
’
s
team
.
“
Good
-
morning
,
gentlemen
,
”
he
remarked
,
nodding
to
the
two
Derricks
as
though
he
had
not
seen
them
earlier
in
the
day
.
“
Mr
.
Annixter
,
how
do
you
do
?
”
“
What
in
hell
do
YOU
want
?
”
demanded
Annixter
with
a
stare
.
S
.
Behrman
hiccoughed
slightly
and
passed
a
fat
hand
over
his
waistcoat
.
