You must be on your guard against him," Belle urged.
"I guess Ardmore is wishing his own guard had been more effective," smiled the midshipman.
Caspar Ardmore was "busy" within an hour after Dave's summary handling of him.

Ardmore had never been considered a truly bad fellow, though he was foppish, conceited and wholly unable to understand why anything that he wanted should be denied him.

Belle was now two years beyond her High School days, and had developed into a most attractive young woman.
Ardmore had fallen victim to her charms and had decided that he would make a better husband for her than any Naval officer could.

Hence the young dandy had pursued Miss Meade with his attentions; upon finding her with Dave, he had hoped, in his foolish way, to put an end to Darrin's pretensions.
Ardmore, therefore, having met only disaster, was now engaged in drawing up a complaint to be sent to the Secretary of the Navy, complaining that he had been set upon and treated with severe physical violence by Midshipman Darrin.
Nor was there great difficulty in finding three men, out of the small crowd that had witnessed the assault, to swear to affidavits that they had seen Darrin knock Caspar Ardmore down repeatedly.
All this "evidence" Ardmore got together with great relish, and mailed the mass of stuff, that same night, to the Secretary of the Navy at Washington.
Then Ardmore went out of town for three days.

Behind him he left an active toady who promised to keep watch of matters and to advise him.
It was through this toady that Dave received an intimation that his case would be attended to at Washington.