Every foot of these hills will be staked out by some one, eventually.

If any of these outside claims turns out to be any good, so much the better.

But there can't be the usual rush very well--'cause there ain't enough water.

We'll have to locate the tanks and keep a guard there; we'll have to pull off a franchise for our little jerkwater railroad.
"We got to build a wagon road to Mohawk, set six-horse teams to hauling water, and other teams to hauling water to stations along the road for the teams that haul water for us.

All this at once; it's going to be some complicated.
"That's the lay: Development work; appropriation for honest men in the first camp; another for lawyers; patentin' three claims; haul water seventy-five miles, no road, and part of that through sand; minin' machinery; build a railroad; smelter, maybe--if some one would kindly find coal.
"We want a minimum of five hundred thousand; as much more for accidents.
Where does this cousin of yours live?
In Abingdon ?" "In Vesper--seven miles from Abingdon.