The midge caught in a web might as well attempt to escape from a hungry spider.  They caught me in a moment; and, without further ceremony, stretching out my arms and legs, lashed them to the topmast-rigging, making what is called a spread eagle of me.  It was very humiliating, though my position was thus exalted, and very unromantic; and the rogue Jerry aggravated my feelings by pretending to pity me, though I guessed even then that he had arranged the plan beforehand with Yool and Cockle thus to entrap me.  The seamen had descended towards the deck, leaving me bound in this ignominious manner.  Jerry came and placed himself in the rigging opposite to me.