Two executioners laid hands on Jesus in order to strip away His garments.

He threw one swift glance to Heaven, then closed His eyes, and calmly let them proceed.
The guards seized His gown, fought for it, and because they could not agree who had won it they diced for it.

Then they accused each other of cheating, and fought afresh.

Up came Schobal, the dealer in old clothes, and pointed out with a grin that it was not worth while to crack their skulls over a poor wretch's old coat.

The gown was torn and bloody; it was not worth a penny; but in order to end a dispute between his brave countrymen he would offer fourpence, which they could divide in peace among them.