You know, when an ordinary thief has done something big, and is being looked for, the smart police always ask whether he has a wife or a sweetheart; because they know that sooner or later he is bound to communicate with such a person, and so a clue may be found to his hiding-place.

Well, Tip's heart will be located where his treasure is.

He'll soon get a _yearning_ to indulge in some of the candy and cigarettes he's got hidden away." "Then if Chief Wambold knew his duty," snapped Thad vigorously, "he'd keep tabs of Tip day and night, and shadow him wherever he went." "That would be his best move," agreed Hugh.
"You ought to post the Chief on that same sort of clever job, Hugh." "Well, I did think of that," admitted the other boy, "but somehow I hated to have a hand in railroading Tip to the Reformatory.

It's true he ought to be there, for he's a terror to the whole community; but he's got a mother, Thad, and I'd hate to see her swollen eyes, and remember that I'd had a hand in parting her from her boy.

It isn't as if I were paid for doing such things, as Chief Wambold is; this is hardly any business of mine, you know, and I've concluded to keep my hands off." "Well, now, somehow I don't just look at it the way you do, Hugh.
Perhaps I'm not quite so tender-hearted as you are.