The ass was his.
"Now for the father and son!" "Right, Barabbas." The dice fell.

Barabbas rejoiced.

Dismas was winner.
"A third time for the woman!" "Right, Barabbas." He threw the dice; they fell on his cloak.
"What is that?
The dice have no marks! Dismas, stop this joke! You've changed the dice." When he took them up in his hand the black marks were there again all right.

They drew a second and a third time.

As before the dice had no marks when they fell.
"What does it mean, Dismas?
The dice are blind." "I think it's you who are blind, Barabbas," laughed Dismas.