There's no water; just enough to do assessment work on, and that to be hauled twenty-five miles from those little rock tanks at Cabeza Prieta.

Deep drillin' may get water--I hope so.

But that will take time and money.
There'll have to be a seventy-five-mile spur of railroad built, anyway, leaving the main line somewhere about Mohawk: we'd just as well count on hauling water from the Gila the first year.

Them tanks will about run a ten-man gang a month after each rain, countin' in the team that does the hauling.
"Tell him one claim, six hundred feet by fifteen hundred, will pretty near cover our hill; but we'll stake two for margin.

We don't want any more; but we'll have to locate a town site or something, to be sure of our right of way for our railroad.