At first it seemed the cold would kill him.

Therefore, if anything had lived, the cold would kill it.

The cold hadn't killed him; he had, they said, been strangled.

Even if they made it into the rafts, the cold would have killed them by now.

The endless cold had killed all the less hardy.

The creeping cold will slowly numb and kill the fish without causing it pain.

The cold will kill him if his injuries do not.

Even a common cold could kill some of us.

But once the temperature dips below 40 degrees, she said, the cold may kill them.

The small pocket would quickly stale, and even before that, the cold would kill him.