 What were Callahan and O'Rielly awarded for assisting the revolution?
At the first flash of red on the bank of meters Apprentice Burnerman O'Rielly had slammed the safety helmet on his head; he was already throwing open the lock to the burner room. Swiftly O'Rielly unlocked the controls and reset them. O'Rielly wondered had Callahan passed out, was so long before the old Burner Chief demanded hoarsely, "Didn't you lock them controls before blast-off?" "If every control hadn't been locked in correct setting," O'Rielly answered from his own angry bewilderment, "the error would have registered before blast-off—wouldn't it, sir?" A dozen burners on this ship; why did something crazy have to happen to O'Rielly's? Not enough to cause serious trouble this far out from Earth. Sweat pouring off him, O'Rielly prowled around his burner. Anyone entered or left there, a bell clanged, lights flashed and a meter registered beside the Burnerman's bunk and on the Burner Chief's console up in the flight room full of beautifully efficient officers. Ever since Venus blast-off O'Rielly had been in Four's watch room. Well, ma'am, O'Rielly searched every cranny where even a three-tailed mouse of Venus could have stowed away. His first flight, and O'Rielly saw himself washed out, busted to sweeper on the blast-off stands of some God-forsaken satellite. That male character trait, however, did not seem to be the overpowering reason why O'Rielly, instead of laying violent hands upon this one's person, heard himself saying in sympathetic outrage, "A shame you had to go to all that bother to get out here!" Except on the Venus layover when he'd been roped into a dice game with a bunch of Venus lads who had a jug to cheer one's parting with one's money. "Charmed to, Burner Chief Callahan, sir," O'Rielly said while bowing gracefully. "Higher than a swacked skunk's tail again," Callahan muttered, then snapped back over his shoulder, "Use your shower!" Somehow he doubted that Burner Chief Terrence Callahan's mood, or Captain Millicent Hatwoody's, would be improved by knowledge of she who was in O'Rielly's shower now. "Burner Chief Callahan, sir," O'Rielly responded courteously, "I have been thinking." "Well, that's when Earth dames took over like armies of wild cats with knots in their tails. "No Venus dames allowed within fifty miles of their port. Any dame caught trying to leave Venus thrown to the tigers for supper. In return, Earth could buy practically everything at bargain basement prices."
 They were allotted five minutes leisure before returning to their stations.
 They were allowed to visit with the women of Venus  They were allotted five minutes leisure before returning to their stations.  They were punished, rather than rewarded, and programmed to be hung, shot and thrown to the crows for breakfast.  Nothing, but they were spared from being condemned to a Uranus moon.