en only with difficulty
that we located the site of the building where the Kid's gang had been
taken prisoners. The structure itself had been torn down and removed. As
to the old military post, once a famous one, it offered now nothing
better than a scene of desolation. There was no longer a single human
inhabitant there. The old avenue of cottonwoods, once four miles long,
was now ragged and unwatered, and the great parade ground had gone back
to sand and sage brush. We were obliged to search for some time before
we could find the site of the old Maxwell house, in which was ended a
long and dangerous man hunt of the frontier. Garrett finally located the
place, now only a rough quadrangle of crumbled earthen walls.

"This is the place," said he, pointing to one corner of the grass-grown
oblong. "Pete Maxwell's bed was right in this corner of the room, and I
was sitting in the dark and talking to Pete, who was in bed. The Kid
passed Poe and McKinney right over there, on what was then the gallery,
and came through the door right here."

We paused for a time and looked with a certain gravity at this
wind-swept, desolate spot, around which lay the wide, unwinking desert.
About us were the ruins of what had been a notable settlement in its
day, but which now had passed with the old frontier.

"I got word of the Kid up here in much the way I had once before,"
resumed Garrett at length, "and I followed him, resolved to get him or
to have him get me. We rode over into the edge of the town and learned
that the Kid was there, but of course we did not know which house he was
in. Poe went in to inquire around, as he was not known there like
myself. He did not know the Kid when he saw him, nor did the Kid know
him.

"It was a glorious moonlight night; I can remember it perfectly well.
Poe and McKinney and I all met a little way out from the edge of the
place. We decided that the Kid was not far away. We went down to the
houses, and I put Poe and McKinney outside of Pete Maxwell's house and I
went inside. Right here was the door. We did not know it at that time,
but just about then the Kid was lying with his boots off in the house
of an old Mexican just across there, not very far away from Maxwell's
door. He told the Mexican, when he came in, to cook something for him to
eat. Maxwell had killed a beef not long before, and there was a quarter
hanging up under the porch out in front. After a while, the Kid got up,
got a butcher kni