Ray Walker is a daredevil carny pilot, helping George Hayes, who thinks there's big money to be made in air transport. Before any of their plans come through, Walker and Kathryn Crawford fall in love. She makes him retire from the skies and take a job at the bank owned by her father, Claude Gillingwater. Walker is a poor fit for the business. He also doesn't know he's being set up as a patsy.
It's a cheap second feature from old Monogram, but the script by Albert DeMond from a story by Paul Franklin gets the details right. Also, director Lewis Collins has some good comedy, both in the meet cute between Walker and Miss Crawford, and Walker's fouling up under the despairing eye of Lucien Littlefield. Collins never got out of the Bs, and in the thirty years before his first directorial credit and his death in 1954 at the age of 55, he was in charge of almost 130 movies, mostly westerns. Judging by this one, he could have directed some fine comedies. With Arthur Vinton, Tom Dugan, and Jed Prouty.