On foot, too.

I say on foot! Do you know what you are talking about?
Eh?
Shooting tigers on foot?
What?
Eh?
Might have been killed as easily as not! And then what would you have said?
Eh?
What?
Upon my soul! You girls from home have no more hearts than a parcel of old Juggernauts!" Ghyrkins was now furious.
We edged away towards the dining-tent, making a great talk about the terrible heat of the sun in the morning.

I caught the beginning of Miss Westonhaugh's answer.

She had hardly appreciated the situation yet, and probably thought her uncle was joking, but she spoke very coldly, being properly annoyed at his talking in such a way.
"You cannot suppose for a moment that I meant him to go," I heard her say, and something else followed in a lower tone.

We then went into the dining-tent.
"Now look here, Katharine," Mr.Ghyrkins' irate voice rang across the open space, "if any young woman asked me----" John Westonhaugh had risen from his chair and apparently interrupted his uncle.