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On Deimos—further moon of Mars—Capt. Argo, Dr. Zara and I strayed from the rest of the group. Solar Formula Q inoculations had adjusted us to the satellite’s un-Earthian conditions. A huge dragon roared out from the rocks. One of its claws raked my wrist. I thought I was a goner. But the captain and Dr. Zara fired their ray pistols with deadly effect. The monster collapsed at our feet. Martian physicians later applied healing balm to my injured wrist.