He was BOUND to come back.

And we might have nailed him when he landed." "That's about all there was to it," concluded Colorado Rogers, after a pause, "-- except that I've been looking for him ever since, and when I heard you singing that song I naturally thought I'd landed." "And you never saw him again ?" asked Windy Bill.
"Well," chuckled Rogers, "I did about ten year later.

It was in Tucson.

I was in the back of a store, when the door in front opened and this man came in.

He stopped at the little cigar-case by the door.
In about one jump I was on his neck.