sirdar

The Sirdar on his knees before a large pile of finely ground flour was ladling it into a bag with a disused Quaker Oats tin.

He appears to be seedy, but has been quite hopeless as Sirdar down in the base camp and is without authority.

There was still time to send a message down to the Sirdar so as to get up more coolies and supplies and move forward next day.

I therefore admitted them, on condition that each Sirdar should only be accompanied by a specified number of followers.