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