now told the gang to surrender. "That fellow
will kill every man that shows outside that door," said he, "that's all
about it. He's killed O'Folliard, and he's killed Charlie, and he'll
kill us. Let's surrender and take a chance at getting out again." They
listened to this, for the shooting they had seen had pretty well broken
their hearts.

Garrett now sent over to the ranch house for food for his men, and the
cooking was too much for the hungry outlaws, who had had nothing to eat.
They put up a dirty white rag on a gun barrel and offered to give up.
One by one, they came out and were disarmed. That night was spent at the
Brazil ranch, the prisoners under guard and the body of Charlie Bowdre,
rolled in its blankets, outside in the wagon. The next morning, Bowdre
was buried in the little cemetery next to Tom O'Folliard. The Kid did
not know that he was to make the next in the row.

These men surrendered on condition that they should all be taken through
to Santa Fe, and Garrett, at the risk of his life, took them through Las
Vegas, where Rudabaugh was wanted. Half the town surrounded the train in
the depot yards. Garrett told the Kid that if the mob rushed in the
door of the car he would toss back a six-shooter to him and ask him to
help fight.

"All right, Pat," said the Kid, cheerfully. "You and I can whip the
whole gang of them, and after we've done it I'll go back to my seat and
you can put the irons on again. You've kept your word." There is little
doubt that he would have done this, but as it chanced there was no need,
since at the last moment deputy Malloy, of Las Vegas, jumped on the
engine and pulled the train out of the yard.

Billy the Kid was tried and condemned to be executed. He had been
promised pardon by Governor Lew Wallace, but the pardon did not come. A
few days before the day set for his execution, the Kid, as elsewhere
described, killed the two deputies who were guarding him, and got back
once more to his old stamping grounds around Fort Sumner.

"I knew now that I would have to kill the Kid," said Garrett to the
writer, speaking reminiscently of the bloody scenes as we lately visited
that country together. "We both knew that it must be one or the other of
us if we ever met. I followed him up here to Sumner, as you know, with
two deputies, John Poe and 'Tip' McKinney, and I killed him in a room
up there at the edge of the old cottonwood avenue."

He spoke of events now long gone by. It had be