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All railroad people, from corporate towers to the yards, seem to have sniffed the new promise. Deloyt Young, manager of the world's largest freight yard, U.P.'s Bailey Yard in North Platte, Nebraska, knows every inch of his eight-mile domain, a moving mosaic of thousands of cars and engines. It is hard by the old ranch where Buffalo Bill Cody assembled his Wild West show (complete with conquered Sioux Chief Sitting Bull) and sent it out on tour aboard U.P. trains. "I don't need an economist to tell me when things are good or bad," Young says as he watches for the flash of headlights over the windswept horizons, signaling long freights coming from east and west. If Young records more than 100 trains a day, as he has lately, he knows commerce is getting better someplace. The American freight rails have the capacity to carry three or four times the freight they carry today. That is an invitation to great adventure in this capitalistic society.