He meant to tell Silas this in a quiet voice, but lost his temper and thundered it instead.

Then in a fury he advanced to meet the disturber of his morning sleep and made him pay in full for the disillusion of his days upon the road.
He thrashed Silas into a mood of craven apology and left him with his head in his hands.

To Kenny's disgusted glance he was like the Irish Grogach of folk lore, who tumbles around among the hills with a good deal of head and a lax body without much hint of bones.

Well, Brian had thrashed somebody too.

There were times when it couldn't be helped.