Ben's voice drawled on and on, thickened with food and drowsiness. He told of the big moose hunts of his days with the Indians. . . . Listening, Matt couldn't make the man out. To hear him talk, he had been as big a hero as Jack the Giant Killer, but he didn't look the part. He had certainly fallen on hard times of late. No doubt about it, however, he could tell a good story.
First person or second person or third person????