Like the _Redoutable_ she was promptly lashed fast, and then--'Boarders away!' was the call. A master's mate, a little middy, twenty seamen, six marines, followed close behind Lieutenant Kennedy as he clambered into the _Fougueux's_ main rigging, and thence down on to the _Fougueux's_ quarter-deck. One of the seamen with the boarding-party had a Union Jack rolled round his neck. 'It'll come handy perhaps,' said the brave fellow as he followed his messmates over the side. There was a sharp tussle on the quarter-deck of the _Fougueux_, where Captain Baudoin, struck down by the _Temeraire's_ broadside, lay mortally wounded. Second-Captain Bazin hastily rallied seventy or eighty men, called up from below to meet the boarders, but the impetuous onset of the nine-and-twenty _Temeraires_ carried everything before it despite the odds. The _Fougueux's_ second captain was cut down. A lieutenant who took his place was shot dead with a pistol bullet through the heart. The Frenchmen then gave way and broke and were driven off the quarter-deck pell-mell. Slashing and stabbing their way, without a single fresh man from the ship, in less than twelve minutes Lieutenant Kennedy's party were masters of the _Fougueux_. They hustled the surrendered Frenchmen down into the hold, clapped the hatches on them, and then the Union Jack came in 'handy' to hoist over the tricolour on the _Fougueux_' ensign staff. So the _Redoutable's_ would-be rescuer was added to the row of four ships, all fast to one another side by side, the _Victory_, _Redoutable_, _Temeraire_, and _Fougueux_. Relieved from the hostile presence of the _Fougueux_, the _Temeraire_ turned her attention to finishing off the _Redoutable_, now plainly at her last gasp, though still unsubdued. Her guns were silenced, but musket shots still came from the tops. A few minutes later the _Victory_ broke herself clear and steered away from the group. She boomed herself off, leaving Captain Harvey to receive in due course the submission of the _Redoutable_. But even now Captain Lucas would not give up. 'The _Temeraire_, to quote Captain Lucas's own words once more, 'hailed us to give ourselves up and not prolong a useless resistance. I ordered some soldiers near me to answer this summons by firing, which was done with alacrity.' The end, though, was at last really at hand. Scarcely had the British flagship broken away than the _Redoutable's_ main and mizen masts came down. The main-mast crashed over the _Temeraire's_ poop, and in its fall formed a bridge from ship to ship, across which a party of the _Temeraire's_ officers and men, headed by the second lieutenant, John Wallace, promptly clambered. With more than 500 of his original crew of 600 odd _hors de combat_, dead or wounded, there was no opposition possible, and Captain Lucas had to yield up his sword. [Illustration: _Victory._ _Redoutable._ _Temeraire._ _Fougueux._ BATTLE OF TRAFALGAR. October 21, 1805--2.15 P.M. After J.C. Schetky.]