Know that country?
Yes?
That's good.
Leave your teams there and you go down to Yuma on the train.

I'll get a bit of money for you in Tucson, and it'll be waitin' for you in Old Man Brownell's store, in Yuma.

You get a minin' outfit, complete, and a good layout of grub, enough to last six or seven men till it's all gone, and some beddin', two or three thirty-thirty rifles, any large quantity of cartridges, and 'most anything else you see.
"Here's the particular part: Buy two more wagons, three-and-a-half-inch axles; about twenty barrels; two pack-saddles and kegs for same, for packing water from some tanks when your water wagons don't do the trick.
Ship all this plunder up to Mohawk.
"Here's the idea: I'm goin' back East for capital, and I'm comin' back soon.

Me and my friends--not a big bunch, but every man-jack of 'em to be a regular person--are goin' to start from Tucson, or Douglas, and hug the Mexican border west across the desert, ridin' light and fast; you're to go south with water; and Cobre is to be none the wiser.

Here, I'll make you a map." He traced the map in the sand.
"Here's the railroad, and Mohawk; here's your camp on the Gila.