"Is it there now?" asked Weezie eagerly, "and has it cushions on with Grandma's glasses in?"
"The chair had cushions," answered the Singing Girl, "but it is gone, now. Some one came in the night and took it."
"No," said Nat, slowly shaking his head, "no one took the chair away. It ran off by itself, just as it did from our house."
"Why, I never heard of such a thing!" exclaimed the Singing Girl, with a laugh. "A runaway rocking chair! Truly, though, I saw it come sliding down hill, but I thought it had fallen off some moving wagon!"
"No, it ran away from us and it ran away from you," explained Nat. "Well, we are on Racky's trail, anyhow. He has been here and gone away. Come on!" he cried.
"Go ahead, Thump!" ordered his master, and the dog, who had been impatiently leaping around, for he knew the chair was no longer in the cottage, started off through the woods.
"I hope you find Racky!" the Singing Girl called to the children, as they ran along after Thump. Then she went back in the cottage, humming a little tune.
On and on through the woods Thump led Nat and the others on the trail of Racky. Well it was that the children had the dog along for, without him, they never would have been able to follow Racky's winding trail.
But Thump led them to the cave in the side of the hill, where the chair had slept the second night. There were the marks of his rockers going in, and the marks of his rockers coming out.
"Racky isn't in there," reported Nat and Rod, who ventured into the dim cavern, which Weezie and Addie would not do.