Digby-Jones of the Sappers shot de Jaeger.

Only a few minutes later the gallant lad, who had already won fame enough for a veteran, was himself mortally wounded, and Dennis, his comrade in arms and in glory, fell by his side.
There has been no better fighting in our time than that upon Waggon Hill on that January morning, and no better fighters than the Imperial Light Horsemen who formed the centre of the defence.

Here, as at Elandslaagte, they proved themselves worthy to stand in line with the crack regiments of the British army.
Through the long day the fight maintained its equilibrium along the summit of the ridge, swaying a little that way or this, but never amounting to a repulse of the stormers or to a rout of the defenders.

So intermixed were the combatants that a wounded man more than once found himself a rest for the rifles of his enemies.

One unfortunate soldier in this position received six more bullets from his own comrades in their efforts to reach the deadly rifleman behind him.