This is a sweet boy-meets-girl romcom, until the amazing last twenty minutes of action when Harold rousts a huge redneck who has stolen public money from his dad. Lloyd is the weakling youngest son of a family of tough rustic musclemen led by his father the sheriff. And Harold admires them devotedly, and dreams of being just like them.
The innocent Jobyna Ralston comes into town with a crooked medicine show, and her associates steal the town's savings. And Harold goes to get it back, employing the inventive intellect that no one else in the family or community shows any interest in, they being thick in the arm, and in the head too.
Harold plays his usual archetype, a skinny, optimistic do-gooder we can root for. His alliance with Jobyna is utterly virtuous. The film is dense with charming, clever gags and the set-piece climax on a wrecked ship gives Harold plenty of opportunity to display his character's wholesome determination and his own genius for physical comedy.
Lloyd made more at the box-office in the 1920s than any of his great contemporaries. His work was so consistent. But it's 1927 and the talkies will change everything. Lloyd did better than some, though his clean-cut hero began to go out of style in the sophisticated era of screwball. But, for me he remains the funniest of the silent comedians.