Meanwhile the blockading squadron had come back and, early the next morning, Decatur had four of them in full pursuit.  He put on every stitch of canvas, threw overboard everything that could be spared and wet his sails, but the President was so badly crippled from having run aground that, despite all that was done, she steadily lost ground.  The Endymion led the pursuers and soon drew up within range, her position such that Decatur could not reply to the shots which began to injure his ship and kill and wound his crew.

He formed a desperate scheme that was characteristic of him.  The Endymion was so far in advance of the other pursuers that there was a possibility of turning about and capturing her.  Then, by transferring the American crew to her, the worthless President could be abandoned and swift flight be made in the Endymion, which had already demonstrated her superior speed.

The great risk in this attempt (for no one among the Americans doubted their ability to overcome the other crew) was that before the capture could be accomplished the other vessels would come up and Decatur be assailed by an overwhelming force, but he did not hesitate.  He explained his plan to his men and they responded with cheers.  No commander was ever more beloved by his crew than Decatur, and they were ready to follow him to the death, for he was always their leader and the foremost in personal danger.

Since every minute was valuable, Decatur put about and made for the Endymion with the intention of engaging her at close quarters.  But the British vessel suspected his purpose, for she also turned, and, being much the superior sailer, was able to hold a safe distance between the two.  It was an exasperating disappointment, but Decatur opened with a heavy fire, hoping to disable his antagonist before the arrival of the others.

A furious engagement followed, in which Decatur lost several of his most valuable officers and was himself painfully wounded by flying splinters.  But the American guns were served with perfect precision and the Endymion was so broken and shattered by the fire that after two and a half hours she was incapable of further resistance.  She would have surrendered had the time been sufficient for Decatur to enforce the demand, but the other blockaders were hurrying up and placed the American again in grave danger.  He crowded on all sail once more, but the scurrying clouds which gave him a chance of escaping were swept from the sky and the bright moon revealed him so plainly to his pursuers that they rapidly overtook the President.  A running fight followed, but the President was overmatched in every respect.  In his official report Decatur said:  “Two fresh ships of the enemy, the 38-gun frigates Pomone and Tenedos, had come up.  The Pomone had opened fire on the port bow, within musket shot, the other, about two cables’ length astern, taking a raking position on our quarter, and the rest, with the exception of the Endymion, within gunshot.  Thus situated, with about one-fifth of my crew killed and wounded, my ship crippled and a more than fourfold force opposed to me, without a chance of escape, I deemed it my duty to surrender.”