Max's magnetic personality pleases a charming young lady who doesn't object to his enamored kiss 'till she's sure she has it. The young lady's maiden aunt, however, remembering happier times, and maddened at the thought of what might have been, enters and breaks up the tete-a-tete. Max wanders off, disconsolate, but irrepressible, and comes to a dock where a launchman offers to take him aboard a private yacht. He fortifies himself, liquidly, against seasickness, and when he reaches the yacht is a "perfeck-genelm'n," with strong democratic leanings as is proven by his gravely offering to kiss the second mate. His hat has a will of its own, with a penchant for blowing off, and Max follows it down a smoke-stack, from which he emerges sooty but triumphant. A small salute cannon next attracts his attention, and he selects the rear part of a sailor's white breeches for a target. He is appalled at the impending slaughter, but he knows that his country expects every man to do his duty, and he must fire when he sees the whites of the foes' pants. One shot brings the enemy down. Max is victorious, but unassuming, as becomes a man who has swept to victory with a single blow. He is next attracted by a sailor giving semaphore signals from the rail of the ship. Sailor down. Max up, then, Max down. Picture fades out with Max suspended in mid-air on the hooks of the ship's anchor, imitating a flying-fish.