It was, to him, just like adding insult to injury on his rival's park.

It seemed like poaching on his special domain.
"What, Mass' Tom, he catchee 'guana, for suah ?" "Yes, in the corner there," I answered, pointing out the exact place with the twisted rattan, or "supple Jack," which I used for a riding- whip and held loosely in my hand.
"Dat for true, right on de mush heap dar ?" repeated Jake, apparently unable to realise the fact of the other's success in the chase.
"He did," I said briefly; and then, wishing to end the colloquy, I jumped on Prince's back, whereupon my skittish pony, as I had trained him to do on my once mounting, immediately started off at a brisk canter down the carriage drive.

So Jake had perforce to bestride Dandy and follow after me, without having the pleasure of calling Pompey to account for his misdeeds before we started--as he evidently expected and most decidedly wished to have done I've no doubt.
Jake was very angry.
This was not so much because the other darkey had omitted cutting the guinea-grass, which, of course, the horses would not now require until we returned from town, as from the circumstance of Pompey having had the chance of exhibiting his prowess in respect of the iguana.

Jake was evidently much dissatisfied with the whole proceeding; and I could hear him muttering anathemas against his rival as he trotted behind me through the grounds, and out at the entrance-gate into the main-road beyond.
"Golly, dat most mystiferous, nohow!" I heard him ejaculate after a bit as he got nearer up to me.

"I'se spec dat 'guana one big fool let Pomp grab him.