None sought flight.
In very truth, the last hope of the Alamo was gone, and perhaps there was none among the defenders who did not know it.

There were a few wild and desperate characters of the border, whom nothing in life became so much as their manner of leaving it.

In the culminating moment of the great tragedy they bore themselves as well as the best.
Travis, the commander, and Bonham stood in the long room of the hospital with a little group around them, most of them wounded, the faces of all black with powder smoke.

But they fought on.

Whenever a Mexican appeared at the door an unerring rifle bullet struck him down.