They were followed by Demid Popovitch, a strongly built Cossack who had been hanging about the Setch for a long time, after having been in Adrianople and undergoing a great deal in the course of his life.

He had been burned, and had escaped to the Setch with blackened head and singed moustaches.
But Popovitch recovered, let his hair grow, raised moustaches thick and black as pitch, and was a stout fellow, according to his own biting speech.
"Red jackets on all the army, but I should like to know what sort of men are under them," he cried.
"I will show you," shouted the stout colonel from above.

"I will capture the whole of you.

Surrender your guns and horses, slaves.

Did you see how I caught your men ?--Bring out a Zaporozhetz on the wall for them to see." And they let out a Zaporozhetz bound with stout cords.
Before them stood Khlib, the hetman of the Pereyaslavsky kuren, without his trousers or accoutrements, just as they had captured him in his drunken sleep.