The _Richmond_ had to move away, and in the end she only saved herself with difficulty. Another French ship that tried at the last moment to create a forlorn-hope diversion in favour of the _Glorieux_, was De Glandeve's _Souverain_, but she in turn had to give up the attempt, and, hunted like a hare among hounds, was hard put to it in the end to get clear. Now, without further respite, the British dogs of war ran in and closed on the doomed _Glorieux_. Trogoff de Kerlessi, her first lieutenant, and the senior surviving officer on board, could do no more. As the first British ship came up, he with his own hand stripped away the tattered shreds of the _Glorieux_' ensign, that still remained nailed to the stump of the mizen mast, and called across to the British to take possession. There was no other course left. The decks of the _Glorieux_ were shambles from end to end--'a scene of complete horror,' in the words of Dr. Blane. 'The numbers killed were so great, that the surviving, either from want of leisure or through dismay, had not thrown the bodies of the killed overboard, so that the decks were covered with blood and mangled limbs of the dead, as well as wounded and dying.' Baron d'Escars, the captain, had fallen some time previously, about nine o'clock,--one of the victims of the _Formidable's_ awful first broadside. 'On boarding her,' adds Blane, 'our officers ... were shown the stains of blood on the gunnel where his body was thrown overboard.' The _Royal Oak_, one of Hood's squadron, was ordered to take the _Glorieux_ in tow. Captain Burnett had almost exhausted his ammunition, and he utilised the opportunity to ransack the prize's magazines and transfer on board his own ship all the powder barrels the _Glorieux_ had left, to fight any further Frenchmen he might encounter with their own powder. Several others of Rodney's ships, indeed, were equally short of powder after their morning's work, and another of Hood's squadron, the _Monarch_, was at that very moment alongside the _Andromache_, lifting forty barrels out of the frigate to enable herself to continue in action. The _Cesar_ was the second French ship to meet her fate. She was the next to drop astern, and the _Centaur_ and the _Bedford_ went at her together as they came up. Though little better than a wreck, the _Cesar_ made a heroic defence for nearly half-an-hour. Hailed by the _Centaur_ to surrender, the Comte de Marigny, the _Cesar's_ captain, replied by nailing his colours to the mast with his own hand and opening fire. De Marigny fell dangerously wounded within the first five minutes, but Captain Paul, his commander, took charge and made a desperate defence. He held out until, one after the other, his masts had gone overboard, the mizen carrying the ensign staff with it. After that, no rescue being possible, with six feet of water in the hold, and with only thirty-six rounds for her guns left in the magazine, the _Cesar_ surrendered to the _Centaur_.