And with a mighty oath, he shook his clenched fist in the direction of Sandsgaard.
"Right you are, my boy!" cried Tom Robson, laughing; "good again.

Let us see what you are made of." Robson was never so happy as when he could get Martin to talk himself into a fury, which was not a very difficult task.
Ever since his childhood Martin had shown himself of a worthless and cross-grained nature.

His character at school was, that he was one of the cleverest and at the same time the most quarrelsome among the boys, and since then he had done nothing but fall foul of everything and everybody he came in contact with.

Martin did most of the talking of the four, who already began to be excited by drink.

It would perhaps be more correct to say, of the three, for Torpander was not there to drink, but only to be near Marianne.