The wily Santa Anna changed his tactics.

There came a momentary cessation as the crowding thousands were furiously driven back.

And, seizing the opportunity, he spurred forward, offered honorable terms, and besought Fanning to surrender and save the lives of his brave followers.
"We will only surrender on condition that every privilege of prisoners of war be guaranteed to us," replied Colonel Fanning.
"I, Santa Anna, commander-in-chief of the Mexican forces, do most solemnly pledge my word, that all the privileges consistent with your situation as prisoners of war, shall be extended to yourself and men.
And hereby swear, that on these conditions you may lay down your arms in safety, without further molestation on our part." Is there one of my readers who for a moment would attach blame to the noble Fanning?
The lives of his men were of far more importance to him than the renown of perishing, like Travis, in a desperate struggle.
With the latter there was no alternative, for the cry of even seven exhausted men for "quarter" was disregarded, and the garrison fell to a man.

But honorable terms were offered Fanning: he remembered his men, and surrendered.

Santa Anna! can there be pardon for such a hardened wretch as you?
Does not sleep fly your pillow?
In the silent watches of the night, do not the specter forms of your victims cluster about your couch, and the shambles of Goliad rise before you?
Can you find rest from the echoing shrieks of murdered thousands, or shut your eyes and fail to perceive the mangled forms stiffening in death, and weltering in gore?
If you are human, which I much doubt, your blackened soul will be tortured with unavailing remorse, till Death closes your career on earth, and you are borne to the tribunal of Almighty God, there to receive your reward....
Night found the Texans again in Goliad, and they sought sleep secure from evil; for had not Santa Anna's word been given that further molestation would not be allowed?
and they believed! Soundly they slept, and dreamed of far-off homes and fireside joys.
"That bright dream was their last!" Sunrise came, and they were drawn out upon the Plaza.