Reckless, but big-hearted, was Harry Blake. He would share his last dollar with anybody that asked for it. One day while he was riding though the mountains, he discovered a little girl weeping bitterly and perilously near to a high cliff. Though he was on an urgent errand, he took her up in his arms and was surprised to find that it was the sheriff's child. He rode back and restored her to her frantic mother. A few weeks later he accidentally shot and killed a notorious bully who attacked him. Of course this was a job for the sheriff, but the sheriff did not like the prospect of hanging the man who had rescued his little daughter, so he gave Harry a chance to get across the State Line. Blake settled down in a town just on the other side of the border. That spring there was a sudden thaw, which caused the water to rise in the river and rush down into the canyon where the sheriff's little home was situated. Blake saw the rising water and he knew that when it once broke its bounds it would sweep down and carry away the sheriff's home like a cork. Blake also realized that if he ventured to warn the sheriff he must of course cross into the state where his life might be forfeited. But Blake was not the man to hesitate. He jumped on his broncho and rode madly down the canyon. He was seen and recognized by one of the deputies, who took a shot at him. He was wounded, but managed to deliver his warning at the sheriff's house. There he was nursed back to health, and in the end the wedding bells rang for Harry Blake and the sheriff's lovely daughter.