It was a man with glittering blue eyes and a scar running down the side of his face.
He grabbed George's knife out of his hand.
The man was small, but very strong.
"I'll take this," he said, admiring it. Then he looked George up and down.
"So," the man said. "Trying to fill your pockets with some first class loot?"
George realized he must be a robber. George had caught him in the act!
"Uh,no,I'm..."
The man pointed to George's boots."Which trunk did you steal those from? Cost more than a third class ticket, I'd say."
George shook his head. "I got them in London," he said, and too late realized he'd made a mistake.
"Ah, a prince from first class," the man said with a hearty laugh. "Just down here for a little thrill? What's your name?"
"George," said George softly.