Just at this moment a party of friendly Indians made their appearance.
"Where is the Shaw-nee-aw-kee ?" was the first question.
"There," replied his wife, pointing across the river, "in the hands of the red-coats, who are taking him away again." The Indians ran to the river, seized some canoes that they found there, and, crossing over to Sandwich, compelled General Proctor a second time to forego his intentions.
A third time this officer made the attempt, and succeeded in arresting Mr.Kinzie and conveying him heavily ironed to Fort Malden, in Canada, at the mouth of the Detroit River.

Here he was at first treated with great severity, but after a time the rigor of his confinement was somewhat relaxed, and he was permitted to walk on the bank of the river for air and exercise.
On the 10th of September, as he was taking his promenade under the close supervision of a guard of soldiers, the whole party were startled by the sound of guns upon Lake Erie, at no great distance below.

What could it mean?
It must be Commodore Barclay firing into some of the Yankees.

The firing continued.

The time allotted the prisoner for his daily walk expired, but neither he nor his guard observed the lapse of time, so anxiously were they listening to what they now felt sure was an engagement between ships of war.