rselves until our ammunition gave out. Then we accepted the terms
of capitulation offered by Urrea, and were marched back to Goliad as
prisoners of war. Santa Anna ordered us all to be shot."

"But you were prisoners of war?"

"Urrea laughed at the articles, and said his only intention in them was
to prevent the loss of Mexican blood. Most of his officers remonstrated
with with{sic} him, but he flew into a passion at Miralejes. 'The
Senor Presidente's orders are not to be trifled with. By the Virgin of
Guadelupe!' he cried, 'it would be as much as my own life was worth to
disobey them.'

"It gave the Mexican soldiers pleasure to tell us these things, and
though we scarcely believed such treachery possible, we were very
uneasy. On the eighth day after the surrender, a lovely Sunday morning,
we were marched out of the fort on pretence of sending us to Louisiana;
according to the articles of surrender, and we were in high spirits at
the prospect.

"But I noticed that we were surrounded by a double row of soldiers, and
that made me suspicious. In a few moments, Fannin was marched into the
centre, and told to sit down on a low stool. He felt that his hour had
come. He took his watch and his purse, and gave them to some poor woman
who stood outside lamenting and praying for the poor Americans. I
shall never forget the calmness and brightness of his face. The Mexican
colonel raised his sword, the drums beat, and the slaughter began. Fifty
men at a time were shot; and those whom the guns missed or crippled,
were dispatched with the bayonet or lance."

"You escaped. How?"

"When the lips of the officer moved to give the order: Fire! I fell upon
my face as if dead. As I lay, I was pierced by a bayonet through the
shoulder, but I made no sign of life. After the execution, the camp
followers came to rob the dead. A kind-hearted Mexican woman helped me
to reach the river. I found a horse tied there, and I took it. I have
been on the point of giving up life several times, but I met a man
coming here with the news to Houston, and he helped me to hold out."

The doctor was trembling with grief and anger, and he felt Antonia's
hand on his shoulder.

"My friend," he whispered, "did you know JOHN WORTH?"

"Who did not know him in Fannin's camp? Any of us would have been glad
to save poor Jack; and he had a friend who refused to live without him."

"Dare Grant?"

"That was the man, young lady. Grant was a doctor, and the Mex