Just as he was about to leave the deck himself, the last man on board the ship, a cannon shot from the French man of war struck him in the leg.

The officers ran back and raised him from the deck.
"It might have been worse," he said cheerfully.

"Now, gentlemen, will you carry me down and place me in my gig, and then take your boats as arranged?
Be careful, as you row toward shore, to keep the Resolution between you and the Frenchman's guns." Everything was done steadily and in order, and the survivors of the crew of the Resolution reached the shore without further loss.

The Resolution was now in a blaze from end to end, and by eleven o'clock she was burned to the water's edge.

Mordaunt and his crew were kindly received by the people of the country.