“’He laughs best who laughs last,’ is the truest maxim ever coined, and Robert Wilberforce, an Englishman, the hero of this Biograph story, enjoys to the extreme the full strength of it. At Cedarville there is an Amateur Dramatic Club, composed of the leading histrionic lights of the town. Like all amateurs they tackle only the heaviest of tragedies and classics, which they performed in their own ‘inimitable’ style. On this occasion they were assembled at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Thayer, rehearsing for an elaborate production of ‘Pocahontas,’ with Dorothy Thayer in the role of the Indian maiden. A letter is received from Cousin Tom introducing Arthur Wilberforce, who has lately arrived from England, and who is imbued with the idea that Indians are to be seen on the streets of the big cities in their primitive state, which he assumes is wild, ferocious and shooting up things. This intelligence Dorothy imparts to the members of the Club, who decide to give him a right royal welcome on his arrival. Arthur soon arrives and Dorothy takes him to the village store, ostensibly to get mail, but really to show him off. He is a peculiar looking genius of cockney type, with a form of a lamp-post, and as graceful as a duck. In fact, he looked like the ‘before’ image of a flesh food advertisement. Over six feet tall, he is forced, when coming to a sitting posture, to make four folds instead of three of an ordinary human being. Well, the young folks anticipate having the time of their life, and making up in the Indian costumes they have hired for the play, they pounce down on him. Taken unawares, they bind his hands and pretend to be about to despatch him, when Dorothy rushes in as the Indian maiden and saves him. Laying aside the weapons, the make-believe braves untie Arthur’s hands. No sooner is he free than he grabs up an ax and gun, and in an instant the tables are turned. Through the house he chases them, upturning everybody and everything in the way. Hotfoot they all rush to the village store to hide behind boxes, barrels and counters. Arthur stalks in, the hero of the day, and after viewing the place, which looks as if a cyclone had struck it, departs with a triumphant air. Having driven the enemy to cover, he struts back to the Thayer domicile, where, in the garb of an Indian maiden, he meets Dorothy, who stands regarding him admiringly, as if to say, ‘Ain't he grand!’ Arthur has by this time discerned the hoax, and fully appreciates the joke, for he has not only had the last and best laugh, but realizes that little Dorothy cares for him as he does for her.”—19 Feb 1910 Moving Picture World