A new report came with the wind, that Hmelnitski was already defeated. Skshetuski had spread it purposely, as he had the previous report. This time the unfortunate Krívonos knew not what to do.
Later he determined all the more to march to the east and push on as far as possible into the steppes; maybe he would meet the Tartars and find shelter among them. But first of all he wished to be sure; therefore he looked carefully among his colonels to find a man trusty and prepared for everything, so as to send him with a party to get information. But the choice was difficult; there was a lack of volunteers, and it was absolutely necessary to find a man who in case he should fall into the hands of the enemy would not disclose the plans of retreat, even if burned with fire, empaled on a stake, or broken on a wheel. At last Krívonos found the man. One night he gave the order to call Bogun, and said to him,--
"Do you hear, Yurku, my friend Yarema is marching on us with a great force; we shall all perish, unfortunates!"
"I have heard that he is coming,--you have already spoken of that, father. But why should we perish?"
"We cannot withstand him. We could another, but not Yeremi. The Cossacks are afraid of him."
"But I am not afraid of him. I cut to pieces a regiment of his at Vassílyevka beyond the Dnieper."
"I know that you are not afraid of him; your fame of a Cossack and a hero is equal to his as a prince. But I cannot give him battle, for my Cossacks are unwilling. Remember what they said at the council,--how they rushed on me with sabres because I wanted to lead them to slaughter."
"Then we will go to Hmelnitski; there we shall find blood and booty."
"They say that Hmelnitski is already defeated."
"I do not believe that, Father Maksim. Hmelnitski is a fox; he will not strike the Poles without the Tartars."