"I know better than that, Holmes."  The doctor said testily, keeping both hands pointedly in sight - and well away from his Webley revolver. "They are capital scouts, capital! Couldn't have too many along when doing the old "butcher and bolt" on the bad side of the Northwest Fronteir.  I'd never assume they think the way we do."<br/><br/>"Indeed not, Watson."  A match flared, illuminating thin saturnine features as the detective lit his pipe.  "They are watching us, they will approach  us when ready, I have no doubt they have seen the Ripper in action.  And no, he has not touched, or even tried to touch one of them.  We would have found his body had he done so."