A more than adequate sacrifice having been made to Indian opinion, I drew off the brave assailants.
The sound of Croghan's guns was heard in General Harrison's camp at Seneca, ten miles up the river.

Harrison had nothing to say but this: "The blood be upon his own head.

I wash my hands of it." This was a misguided speech which the country received with marked disfavor while it acclaimed young Croghan as the sterling hero of the western campaign.
He could be also a loyal as well as a successful subordinate, for he ably defended Harrison against the indignation which menaced his station as commander of the army.

The new Secretary of War, John Armstrong, ironically referred to Procter and Harrison as being always in terror of each other, the one actually flying from his supposed pursuer after his fiasco at Fort Stephenson, the other waiting only for the arrival of Croghan at Seneca to begin a camp conflagration and flight to Upper Sandusky.
The reconquest of Michigan and the Northwest depended now on the American navy.

Harrison wisely halted his inglorious operations by land until the ships and sailors were ready to cooperate.