"He no like 'm you fella boy stop 'm along same fella side along him.

What for?
My word! What name?
That fella Chink make 'm me cross along him too much!" "Suppose 'm that fella Chink maybe he think 'm me kai-kai along him," Kwaque grinned in one of his rare jokes.
"All right," the steward concluded.

"We find out.

You move 'm along my bunk, I move 'm along that fella Chink's bunk." This accomplished, so that Kwaque, Michael, and Ah Moy occupied the starboard side and Daughtry alone bunked on the port side, he went on deck and aft to his duties.

On his next return he found Ah Moy had transferred back to the port side, but this time into the last bunk aft.
"Seems the beggar's taken a fancy to me," the steward smiled to himself.
Nor was he capable of guessing Ah Moy's reason for bunking always on the opposite side from Kwaque.
"I changee," the little old cook explained, with anxious eyes to please and placate, in response to Daughtry's direct question.