He yanked at it until the sweat rolled down his face and froze.

He could feel its hungry attention as the sweat beading on his skin froze and fell tinkling onto the steps.

He waited, while the sweat on him froze, and his chest went numb from contact with the cold pavement, and still nothing happened.

My fingers stuck lightly as the sweat on the ends of my fingers froze to it.

The sweat froze on our foreheads and it was suddenly like the beach at Acapulco.

Stretching a hand to the wall, he felt a slither of ice on the rough plaster where the breath and sweat of four men had frozen.

When he stops moving that sweat can freeze into an icy sheet inside the clothes.

If they didn't, when the sweat froze it would suck every bit of heat out of their body, fast.

"The sweat froze on my forehead like seed pearls," he said, and the girls giggled in disbelief and delight.

If that sweat froze, the heat in my body would be used up fighting its cold and I'd die.