No, they must get along without him.
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.