The family were all ordered to address him in French, and, although utterly ignorant of the language, he continued to pass for a _Weem-tee-gosh_,[39] and as such to accompany Mr.Kinzie and his family, undetected by his enemies, until they reached a place of safety.
On the third day after the battle, the family of Mr.Kinzie, with the clerks of the establishment, were put into a boat, under the care of Francois, a half-breed interpreter, and conveyed to St.Joseph's, where they remained until the following November, under the protection of To-pee-nee-bee's band.

They were then conducted to Detroit, under the escort of Chandonnai and their trusty Indian friend, Kee-po-tah, and delivered up, as prisoners of war, to Colonel McKee, the British Indian Agent.
Mr.Kinzie was not allowed to leave St.Joseph's with his family, his Indian friends insisting on his remaining and endeavoring to secure some remnant of his scattered property.

During his excursions with them for that purpose, he wore the costume and paint of the tribe, in order to escape capture and perhaps death at the hands of those who were still thirsting for blood.

In time, however, his anxiety for his family induced him to follow them to Detroit, where, in the month of January, he was received and paroled by General Proctor.
Captain and Mrs.Heald were sent across the lake to St.Joseph the day after the battle.

The former had received two wounds, the latter seven, in the engagement.
Lieutenant Helm, who was likewise wounded, was carried by some friendly Indians to their village on the Au Sable, and thence to Peoria, where he was liberated by the intervention of Mr.Thomas Forsyth, the half-brother of Mr.Kinzie.