He's gone to live wid the blacks.

He'll never come back no more.

Most like he's dead by this time, speared or the like of that!" For a few seconds Blake, the cool, audacious gambler, was dazed, in spite of his natural self-confidence.

He saw how he had been duped.
Peggy had married this other man, whoever he was, and had used the facts of the real marriage to give her the details for her imaginary one, while in copying the certificate she had, with considerable foresight, filled in Grant's name instead of that of Keogh.
All Blake's castles in the air, his schemes for revenge, his hopes of wealth, had vanished at one fell swoop.

"Patrick Henry Keogh" seemed to grin up at him out of the paper.