On all sides rose the roar of matchlocks.

Schilo knew that his wound was mortal.

He fell with his hand upon his wound, and said, turning to his comrades, "Farewell, brother gentles, my comrades! may the holy Russian land stand forever, and may it be eternally honoured!" And as he closed his failing eyes, the Cossack soul fled from his grim body.

Then Zadorozhniy came forward with his men, Vertikhvist issued from the ranks, and Balaban stepped forth.
"What now, gentles ?" said Taras, calling to the hetmans by name: "there is yet powder in the power-flasks?
The Cossack force is not weakened?
the Cossacks do not yield ?" "There is yet powder in the flasks, father; the Cossack force is not weakened yet: the Cossacks yield not!" And the Cossacks pressed vigorously on: the foemen's ranks were disordered.

The short colonel beat the assembly, and ordered eight painted standards to be displayed to collect his men, who were scattered over all the plain.